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“I am going to holiday at a swingers resort, I have a bucket list I want to check off, I want to be a sex object,” Catriona, one of Sarah’s girlfriends told us over coffee. Catriona is attractive to both sexes, taller than average, long blond hair with a wonderful body, super confident and a wonderful smile.

“Anything exciting you would like to tell us about?,” Sarah asked nonchalantly.

“After my recent separation I changed the look of my pubes, the Helmut Newton model look, just like yours Sarah. I want to share my new look with a new male. My priority is a young boy, half my age to provide me exquisite cunnilingus. I want to be standing with my legs spread, naked apart from my heels while another man watches and masturbates.”

“Do you think a young boy would be experienced enough to provide you exquisite cunnilingus?,” Sarah asked her voyeuristic streak aroused.

By chance, (serendipity?), one of Roger’s gym buddies, Ryan, called to drop off some equipment. Instant chemistry as we introduced him to Catriona.

I took the initiative, knowing Catriona would get a buzz listening to what I was going to tell Ryan. “Catriona recently changed the look of her pubes, the Helmut Newton model look, just like Sarah’s, you know from experience what Sarah’s look like. She wants to share her new look with a new male. Her priority is a young boy, half her age to provide her exquisite cunnilingus. She wants to be standing with her legs spread, naked apart from her heels while another man watches and masturbates.

“Sarah asked her do you think a young boy would be experienced enough to provide you exquisite cunnilingus?”

“She must have forgotten I had watched Ryan giving her exquisite cunnilingus, standing with her legs spread, naked apart from her heels while I watched and masturbated.”

Wonderful sexual tension as Sarah tongue kissed Catriona. “Ryan is half your age, would you like him to provide you exquisite cunnilingus?Tongue fuck you? I know from experience he is good, very good. Do you want to be standing, legs spread, naked apart from heels while my man and I watch?

“Would you like to borrow a pair of my heels?,” Sarah asked as they continued kissing passionately.

A few minutes later Catriona was standing, legs spread, naked as Sarah helped her step into her heels while Ryan and I admired her naked body and her incredibly sexy pubic area.

“Do you want Ryan naked while he tongue fucks you Catriona?,” Sarah asked obviously turned on by the way events were playing out, as she commenced undressing him. Just as I remember Ryan has a good toned body and he is well hung.

“So good, just what I wanted, a young boy tongue fucking me, and your kisses are a bonus Sarah.”

“Send us some emails, make a diary for us, while you are on holiday and keep us posted. Don’t hold back on the detail,” Sarah smiled her voyeuristic streak for sexual detail obvious.

“Fuck me, hard really hard, that was such turn on for me, and I know it was for you, you had an erection watching them,” Sarah told me five minutes after they departed.

A week later Catriona’s emails commenced. “I never did tell you the other items on my bucket list. Two women, two men, one of each, bi-sex, seducing a young girl. Am I being greedy? Just as you requested I will try and include lots of intimate detail for you. Hope it is turn on for both of you. And the thought of a sexual liaison with you two should be on my bucket list.

“Arrived just after lunch and went for a walking tour in my cut off shorts and low heels. Lots of bare flesh on display around the pool area. Wonderful eye candy and my libido was in overdrive. Sandra introduced herself as I sat for a rest. A curvaceous, middle age, blond baby doll, her white bikini a wonderful contrast to her tanned skin. Less than an hour later we were both naked in her room as she gave me the most wonderful lesbian sex.

“In the afterglow I told her about my bucket list. I told her I had already taken care of my first priority, a young boy, half my age to give me exquisite cunnilingus, standing with my legs spread, naked apart from my heels while my girlfriend and her man watched.

“Tell me about your other bucket list items, Sandra asked hanging on to my every word. Two women, two men, one of each, bi-sex, seducing a young girl. Am I being greedy?

“I might be able to help with some of those she told me. When she asked have you ever had a young girl?, she really piqued my interest.

“She asked if I would like to meet her man that night, when he returned after he had attended to that days business. It was a real buzz having her dress my naked body in her expensive lingerie.

“A strange feeling when he arrived at eight and gasped as he looked at Sandra and I. We were both wearing her skimpy, sexy underwear with our hands all over each other. She told her man, Larry, to join us after he showered. He must have been ten-years younger than her, thin build and I was at a loss to understand Sandra’s attraction to him.

“He retuned from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist as Sandra commenced tongue kissing me. When he dropped the towel, Sandra’s attraction to him was obvious: he had the biggest, thickest erection I had ever seen. Sandra licked and sucked my nipples while I sucked his erection. It was incredibly exciting for me as he fucked me doggy style while I gave Sandra lesbian sex.

“Instead of seducing a young girl, why not have a young girl seduce you?,” Sandra asked me. My room at two tomorrow. Heels and a short skirt. When I arrived there were three young girls, all nineteen-years old Sandra told me. One was kissing me as the other lifted my skirt and slid my thong off. You both know I love cunnilingus, a tongue fuck, standing with my legs spread with others watching. Sandra was watching and I was watching her as the third girl lifted her short skirt, slid her thong off and tongue fucked her.

“Sandra and I had a bath together after they left. She told me that was an item off her own bucket list. A talented nineteen-year old girl tongue fucking each of us as we watched each other. Guess what we did after that?”

“Send me an email Sarah or Roger, tell me something salacious about your sex life that I can entertain my new friends with.”

“Sarah and I are envious of your exciting holiday. She had asked me to arrange a young boy from my gym for our sexual pleasure on Sunday afternoon, nothing unusual for us. However this time I wanted to up the sexual tension for all of us. As I often do, when the boy arrived, I was naked under my short, black silk, dressing gown, no belt, my cock obvious as I had his full attention. Come and meet Sarah, I told him. She was topless, wearing heels and skin tight black, silk slacks as she sucked one of his fingers before she turned her back on us. I kissed her back and slowly slid my two fingers down her back until they made contact with the top of her slacks.

“The boy was rapt as he watched me very slowly slid her slacks to her knees and lick and kiss her glorious ass cheeks for his benefit before I watched him tongue fuck her. And….”

“Wow, I have added you two to my bucket list. Can I have that when I return?”

“On the Friday Sandra asked if I was still interested in having two men fuck me. She teased me by asking what my preferences would be. More teasing when she asked if she could watch. Larry had the biggest, thickest erection I had ever seen, does he have a friend?, I asked. She showed me some pics, the first pic was Sandra sucking Larry’s erection as he sat on a couch alongside a strongly build black man, with a huge cock. That’s Leroy and Gloria she told me.

“The second pic showed the same men, with the women swapped. The third pic showed Leroy sucking Larry’s cock, the fourth Larry sucking Leroy’s cock. He must be twelve-inches?, I asked naively.

“At eight that night Leroy was the center of attention for Sandra, Larry and I, he removed his shirt to show us his taut, six pack body while Larry rubbed oil over his torso and teased his nipples. He was kissing me passionately as I returned his kisses while Sandra stood behind him and removed his slacks, his large, semi-erect cock a huge turn on for me as he watched Sandra undress Larry. For the first time in my life I was teasing a huge male erection in each of my hands while the men rubbed oily hands over each other’s torsos.

“What a fuck that was, Leroy fucking me from behind, his hands on my ass, while Sandra watched as I sucked her man’s cock.

“Be home soon, can’t wait to catch up and tell you about some of the very adult entertainment. The last ten-days have been a huge learning curve for me, cunnilingus from either sex with others watching has to be my ultimate sexual pleasure.

“And you and Sarah are now number one on my bucket list. I can’t wait to very slowly slide Sarah’s tight black, silk slacks slacks to her knees and lick and kiss her glorious ass cheeks for your benefit before you watch me tongue fuck her. And….?”

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Princess Malakisha, a vicious rakshasa, enjoys breaking in a new slave.

The Rakshasa’s Heart
Chapter One: Rakshasa’s New Slave
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The Arena exploded with cheers, the peasants and lowborn humans rising in the stands, screaming their bloodlust as the new fighters entered the white sands. I leaned forward in my seat in the royal box, a palpable excitement shooting through my heart as the gladiators marched towards the center.

“Oh, you are going to love this match, dear cousin,” Kushini purred, her pink tongue licking her furry chops. Her leather pants creaked as she rubbed her thighs together. Whiskers twitched and her tiger-like ears flicked. Her breasts, both bare, quivered in anticipation. She ran a hand up her rich, dark skin, cupping a breast. The nipple ring piercing her right nub glinted in the sunlight, marking her a member of the royal family. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a human woman from the neck down. But her head was that of an orange-striped tiger, feral and wild.

I played with my own nipple ring, my ears flicking. A wet itch swelled in my pussy at the striking, brawny Halanian gladiator who strode out. He was a new acquisition. I could see his muscles ripple beneath his ebony skin, his head gleaming in the harsh sunlight streaming onto the white sands of the arena. Splashes and pools crimson glistening across the otherwise pristine fighting area, still fresh from the last fight.

I breathed, my sense of smell enhanced in my Rakshasa form. I never let my human face appear in public. The mortification of appearing like one of the vermin who scurry through the Queendom and who filled the stands would lower my status among the royal family for years.

“Yes, he is a treat,” Kushini purred. She squeezed her tits, her slitted eyes sparkling with lust. “Can you smell him? The promise?”

“Yes,” I purred, tugging on my nipple ring. Unlike Kushini, I dressed as befit my station, a princess of the Queendom of Naith. I wore a purple sari trimmed in gold that covered my left breast and fell down to my mid thighs. I wasn’t a whore in tight pants and baring both tits.

Or a deviant who demeaned myself by fighting in the arena like a human.

The sword Kushini wore was a disgrace. Such an open exhibition of power. No subtly. And she was second in line to the throne! Two deaths away from being queen.

“I watched him spar yesterday,” Kushini moaned. “Oh, dear cousin, you should have seen him fight.”

“You think he can defeat Henyak?” I asked as Queen Adroyna, our grandmother, stepped up to the front of the box, still looking regal despite her age, her orange fur spotted with gray that gave her an air of dignity.

None had ruled longer than Grandmother. Three of her daughters, my own mother included, and two granddaughters had died trying to assassinate her. And she had dealt with her own brood sisters and jealous aunts before I was even a glimmer in my mother’s eyes.

She exuded strength without resorting to something as crass as wearing a sword on her hip.

“Such a delicious fighter,” Queen Adroyna said. “So strong.”

“His blood shall decorate the sands,” boasted Henyak from below. He was a brawny human, a native Naithan with brown skin. He wore a kilt of leather straps studded with iron studs and a steel helmet, his trident gripped in hand. He was a champion, a man who had fought for years and years. No longer even a slave.

He enjoyed the danger. Especially fighting new gladiators with promise, ending any threats to his supremacy before they could rival him.

“Such a promise,” Queen Adroyna purred. “Kill him, and I shall shower you in gold, my beloved Henyak.”

“He’ll have to close his eyes to fuck her old cunt,” Kushini purred beside me only loud enough so our body slaves and me could hear.

Lucy, my pale-skinned slave, gave a wicked giggle as she knelt before me naked, her skin glistening with expensive oils, filling the air with a lovely scent of lavender and holding at bay the unwashed reek of the peasants crowding the stands, eager for their entertainment and relief from the drudgery of their pointless lives.

My eyes flicked to the Halanian. Bakiir didn’t appear afraid at all. I caught a flash of white. A smile. A mocking grin as he flicked his sword and held onto his round, wooden shield. His sword arm was clad in banded steal from forearm to shoulder. Beside that, he wore a loincloth, showing off his solid body.

Those muscles.

“Lucy,” I purred, “attend me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” my beloved slave-girl purred. She was my treasure. Secaran slaves were so rare. That pale skin was so exotic. I made sure she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her youthful face. I’d owned her for three years, molding her into the perfect servant. I saw the love in her brown eyes, the smile on her lips, her face delicate, farmed by her soft, brown hair.

She pushed my thighs apart, her fingers sending shudders up my body. My heart raced. I petted her hair, loving her hot kisses on my flesh as she moved up my thigh towards my burning pussy. How I treasured her.

Loved her.

My heart, though none of my sisters, cousins, aunts, or even my grandmother could know that I loved her. They would use her against me. In public, she was just my pussy licking slave.

I shuddered as her lips found my shaved twat. They were so soft and hot and wet as she nuzzled against my pussy. Then her tongue flicked out, making my entire body shudder and a purr rise in my throat. My eyes were locked on the gladiators, Bakiir and Henyak taking their positions.

“Such bold confidence in Bakiir,” Kushini said, rubbing her thighs together. “I can see why you are so wet for him, Malakisha.”

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned, the sound of my name drawing my attention from the fighters. “What a slave he would make.”

“You would buy him?” Kushini’s ears twitched.

I didn’t show my wince. I was so excited, my blood boiling. Bakiir was a specimen. So solid. So strong. He could break me in half. How sweet it would be to see him on his knees before me, begging to worship my cunt.

Lucy’s tongue slid through my pussy folds and flicked my clit. I groaned, my ears and whiskers twitching. I pulled hard on the gold ring piercing my nipple, twisting the dark nub. The tingles raced down to my hot pussy, to my clit bathed by Lucy’s amazing tongue.

“Start it,” Kushini purred, her body so tense now, her nipples thrusting so hard from her small dress. She was so short and petite, a waifish Rakshasa, almost innocent-looking until you saw the bloodlust in her eyes. “Fight!”

“Kill him, Henyak,” Queen Adroyna said.

The men sprang at each other. Bakiir’s muscles rippled as he moved across the white sands, dust kicking up from his sandaled feet. My pussy clenched, Lucy’s tongue feeling so wonderful as she probed it into my snatch. I moaned as she savored the spicy taste of my musk.

Kushini tensed then let out a purring moan as Henyak’s trident crashed into Bakiir’s shield, wooden splinters flying. Then Bakiir’s sword swung, striking the trident. Metal rang as the men danced around each other, both their bodies rippling, oiled by sweat and glistening in the noon sun.

I watched Bakiir intently as he moved. I loved every moment of his powerful body moving. I seized Lucy’s hair with my left hand, pulling my beloved slave’s mouth deep into my cunt. I ground on her as the air rang with weapons meeting, clattering.

The crowd cheered.

Bloodlust thickened the air.

Kushini purred.

Other princesses in the stands watched, some having body slaves devour their pussies or fuck their cunt, brawny slaves who would breed dominating daughters. Rakshasas who would claw and fight and make the Queen of Naith stronger by fending off their attacks.

What a daughter Bakiir would give me.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned as the men came together. I gripped Lucy’s hair so tight, humping against her wonderful tongue.

The beautiful girl caressed my thighs as her tongue slid through my folds and brushed my clit. My nub throbbed, my pleasure swelling in my depths. Delight rippled through me. I purred louder and louder. She sucked on my labia. She nibbled on my clit. She pleased me while I watched the men fight.

Crimson flashed. Blood sheeted down Henyak’s chest, a glancing blow from Bakiir’s sword.

“Yes,” moaned Kushini, an orgasmic sound, her fingers pulling on both her nipples. She purred as loud as me now. “Kill!”

She licked her chops as Henyak roared, thrusting hard with his trident. Fast, quick thrusts, driving Bakiir back. My pussy clenched, my stomach tensing. My orgasm swelled in me as Bakiir took a wound in his thigh. Blood spurted.

I groaned.

My nose twitched. Over the lavender oils adorning my slave, I smelled that wonderful aroma. Blood. Coppery. Vital. Life. I breathed in Bakiir’s scent as his leg buckled. It collapsed, bringing him to a kneeling crotch, leaving him vulnerable.

Lucy sucked on my clit.

I sucked in a deep breath.

“Kill him,” moaned Kushini, on the verge of orgasming from the violence alone.

Henyak drew back his trident as he kicked aside Bakiir’s shield, leaving the Halanian open to attack.

I smiled, seeing the look on Bakiir’s face as he faced death.

And came.

My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded into Lucy’s hungry mouth. My heart lapped at the cream flooding out of my pussy. I shuddered, my tits heaving, my left beneath my sari, my right exposed for all to see. I yowled and growled.

Henyak thrust.

“Las’s cock, yes!” growled Kushini, shuddering beside me in orgasmic delight.

Bakiir acted.

He sprang to the side, using his wounded leg. He wasn’t crippled like Henyak and the crowd thought. Bakiir rolled, bringing his sword up and swinging it hard. Henyak tried to recover, to pull back, but the blade caught him in the throat.

I shuddered, my pussy spasming so hard, rapture surging through me as the blood spurted. The crimson arched through the air. Kushini yowled so loud, then roared out as her powerful climax wracked her lithe body.

The rapture boiled my mind as I stared at Bakiir, his enemy’s blood splashing across his dark chest, adding color to that ebony body. I licked my tongue across my chops, Lucy lapping up my juices gushing out of my pussy.

“Yes!” I snarled. “Yes! Auction!”

Queen Adroyna’s head shot to me, her graying ears twitching as she stared at me heaving in orgasmic delight. “You wish to buy him, Granddaughter?”

“Yes,” I yowled. “Auction!”

Konayveh leaned over and whispered to Queen Adroyna. He was a brawny, red-skinned Thlinian slave, chief of the queen’s bodyguard. Her head nodded as she looked at me. “It has been three months since you initiated an auction.”

I licked my chops, my orgasm peaking. “I know, Grandmother.”

Her eyes narrowed. She had been looking forward to fucking Henyak. Her peach should be dry at her age, but she kept it lubed with young men. The queen turned, facing Bakiir as he stood over his enemy, breathing hard, blood streaming down his wounded thigh. He faced the queen.

“Auction, gamemaster,” she snarled.

The fat human who ran the games stepped out, his body draped in expensive gems. He had glutted on the entertainment of the capital. He rubbed his chubby fingers together as he stepped up beside Bakiir.

“Your august majesty,” he said with a bow. “Let the bidding start at 500 dupondius.”

“900 dupondius,” Kushini barked as she gained her feet and rushed towards the edge of the box. My ears twitched as she shot a look over her shoulder, licking her chops. Her right hand rested on the hilt of her sword, fingering the pommel, an ivory tiger head snarling in bloodlust.

I stood, my ears twitching. My fangs hungered for her throat. That cunt! “1000 dupondius.” She would force me to waste my income for the month on this slave. I strode forward. “You have good taste, Kushini.”

“So do you, Malakisha,” she said, no hint of her pettiness in her voice.

“1100 dupondius,” pregnant Atoshia said. She was my niece though she was older than me by two months. Her tiger ears twitched. She gave me a hungry smile. “Yes, you do have good taste, Auntie Malakisha.”

I ran my tongue over my fangs. Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to just rip out her throat right now, too. But I couldn’t show weakness like that. Killing publicly, killing out of anger, was trivial. Brutal and easy. No, when you killed your rival, it had to be planned, it had to be elegant. It had to be done at a distance, but clearly at your command, proof that you were a cunning killer. A true predator.

Something Kushini should learn. Twice she’d killed with her sword.

“1500 dupondius,” Kushini said, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

“You must really want to lick his body clean of Henyak’s blood,” I said.

She shuddered in delight. “Such a treat doesn’t come along that often.”

“1600 dupondius,” I said, licking my chops.

“Interested in blood yourself?” Kushini gave me a side-long glance. “I thought your interest ran towards…other refreshments.”

“Other?”

Her whiskers twitched. “2000 dupondius.”

My niece gave a vicious snarl, pushing off from the railing and marching away, clutching at her swollen belly. Lucy giggled behind me. I glanced at my cousin and said, “2000 dupondius is a lot to pay for a man you’ll use once. Unless you plan on doing more than practice your sword on him.”

“He is skilled.”

“Especially when he’s unarmed,” I said. “2100 dupondius!”

“Unarmed?” Her words were flat, a hint of a growl rumbling in her throat. “You think I’d waste him with such needless butchery.”

“Isn’t that what you do with all those slaves you buy?”

“Garbage from the docks.” A delicious shudder ran through Kushini. “Now him… He is something special. Look at him. Bleeding but standing so strong, so proud. He maybe a slave, but he doesn’t believe it.”

“No, he doesn’t,” I said, staring at him.

“2500 dupondius,” Kushini shouted, a glint in her eye. “How badly do you want to see him worshiping you like that little whore behind you?”

Anger flared in me. But I didn’t rise to her insult. I didn’t even twitch a whisker. “2600 dupondius.”

“That badly,” Kushini said. “Enjoy him, my dear Malakisha.”

“I will.” Then I gave her a look. “Though I considered letting you have him. How much more can you borrow from your mother before she grows angry with you.”

Her lips curled back, baring fangs. Then she whirled and stalked off, her two brawny slaves following after her. I leaned on the railing, staring down at the slave. Lucy pressed up beside me, her lavender scent filling my nose.

“He is a gorgeous one, Mistress.”

“Yes, he is,” I said. Then, in my mind, added, my heart to the end of the sentence. “He will be worth every gold coin.”

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My pussy burned as my new slave was chained into place. Bakiir stood defiant. I’d paid for the priest of Gewin to heal his wound. I wanted him whole and unmarred before my fun. Thushin and Issanik, two of my favorite slaves, yanked Bakiir’s thick arms into place.

His face was hard, eyes defiant. He didn’t resist Thushin and Issanik, but he wanted to. I could see it in his face. His thoughts worked behind his defiant mask, pondering how to escape. He knew Thushin and Issanik were as strong as him. And I had more slaves in my kennels, other brawny warriors that I’d broken.

He would try to fool me with complacency.

I loved my dungeon. It was the favorite part of my quarters in the Zigurrat. Dark and sweltering, the heat trapped in here. No airy balconies to enjoy the sight of the city of Ankush spread out before me, no cooling breezes to take away the heat. Not in here. The walls were unrelieved stone. Black iron chains hung from the ceiling, each ending in manacles. From hooks on the wall hung my toys, all my flails and whips and paddles and crops. So many fun instruments to play with.

The manacles snapped shut about Bakiir’s wrists, the locks clicking into place. Then Thushin and Issanik pulled on the chains, ratcheting them tight. Bakiir’s arms were yanked upward and away from his body, pulling taunt the muscles of his torso. His face flickered, feeling the strain in his arms.

“Mmm, you are such a brawny delight,” I purred, walking around him. My hand trailed across his ebony flesh, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Stone. Unyielding. My fingers slid down his back to his ass, squeezing it. “You are going to be such a delight.”

“I’m not afraid of your whips,” he growled.

“Good,” I purred, nuzzling my furry muzzle between his shoulder blades. He was so tall as well as broad-shouldered. My whiskers tingled as I rubbed them across his back. He shuddered as I licked at his spine, tasting the salt of his sweat.

My pussy was so wet.

I pressed my naked crotch into his ass, humping against him, my nipples rubbing on his back. I never wore clothes in my dungeon. No one did. This was a place of pleasure and pain, and those were best experienced naked. My hands reached around him, my pussy growing more and more juicy. I felt his rippling abs on my way down to his cock.

And what a cock.

I gripped his girth, my pussy clenching in eager anticipation. I licked at his spine again, sliding up his shoulder blades and making him groan. His dick twitched in my hand, hardening, swelling, growing even bigger as I stroked him.

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned. “Doesn’t that just feel nice?”

He didn’t answer.

My hand squeezed hard on the tip of his dick, crushing his crown. My other hand found his balls, holding them. “I asked you a question, slave.”

“Yes,” he said.

I squeezed his balls. Hard.

He bucked, teeth grinding against teeth as he fought the pain. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clit on his hard muscles, tingles racing through his body. Chains rattled as he fought the pain.

I loved warriors.

“Mistress,” I said. “You address me as Mistress. Understand?” I relaxed my hand on his balls.

“Yes…Mistress,” he said, the defiance thick in his voice. He’d give me this, make me think he weakened. But soon he’d mean it.

I stroked his cock again, still hard, his precum growing slippery at the tip. “Good.” I gave him a love bite, letting him feel my fangs but not penetrating the muscles of his upper back. “So answer my question. Does this feel good, slave?”

He shuddered, my hand stroking so fast, my thumb rubbing that thick, spongy crown. “Yes, Mistress.”

“See,” I told him. “What did you think I would do to you here? Hurt you?”

He gave a barking laugh. “I know how you Rakshasa’s deal with men.”

“Oh, that we hurt you? Make you bleed and howl? That we eat you?” I licked my lips. “That’s so true. But we need you, too. You might be the one I finally breed with. The father of my first daughter. She might be queen one day. Doesn’t that excite you?”

“No,” he growled.

“Mmm, but your dick says otherwise. You are so hard. So eager for it. You didn’t even soften when I crushed your balls.” I squeezed them again, his cock throbbing in my hand as he grunted through his teeth. “Oh, yes, you are going to be so much fun to hurt.”

I pulled away from him, my pussy dripping. I glanced around the room. Lucy knelt like I’d trained her, her eyes staring up at me, shining with such dewy excitement. Beside her knelt my two male slaves, their cocks both hard before them.

I had trained them well. “Thushin, the chair. Lucy, my heart, choose your instrument.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Thushin said, rising.

“Mmm, I will, my heart,” Lucy said as she rose, her small tits bouncing. They were such lovely breasts. My eyes flicked down to her tight slit, her pussy freshly shaved and glistening. The gold ring piercing her clit, marking her a royal slave, was coated in her excitement.

She loved whipping a man as much as me.

Thushin stood, his brown skin rippling. He was a native Naithan, his cock bouncing before him as he moved to the stout, wooden chair in the corner and sat on it. His dick was so hard; the cock ring tied about the base made it so swollen. He could not cum, could not get relief for his erection, until I allowed him.

My pussy clenched as I moved to him, turning, and lowering myself to his lap.

His cock brushed my pussy. I shivered, my hips undulating, then I slid my cunt down his dick. I groaned, his shaft spreading me open. He filled me with his girth. I groaned, my ears twitching as I took more and more until he filled me with his girth.

He groaned, arms hugging me. His strong hands roamed my stomach, touching me as I watched Lucy go to the wall, staring at the various whips and flails, her slim hips wiggling with excitement, her brown hair sweeping down her lithe back.

“Which shall she choose for you, slave?” I asked, staring at Bakiir.

He stared at me, eyes so hard. “I don’t know…Mistress.”

My pussy clenched hard on Thushin’s cock. He groaned, his hands squeezing me. I leaned back into his brawny chest, savoring his strength. He was so solid. His hands moved, one sliding down to tease my clit, the other to grope my breast. My ears twitched as he nuzzled his face into my fur.

Lucy smiled, pulling out a thin riding crop made out of stiff bull leather. She swung it in the air, shuddering at the stinging sound. “I think this will do, my heart.”

“Indeed,” I purred, staring at Bakiir’s eyes as Lucy advanced on him from behind.

Swish. SMACK!

He grunted, his body tensing as the riding crop crashed into his mouth. His ebony cock bounced before him. I squirmed on Thushin’s dick, stirring his shaft through my pussy. A wild wave of heat washed through me.

SMACK!

A twitch crossed his forehead as his body drank in the stinging pain. Lucy had such a wicked smile on her lips as she walked around him, her hand caressing his muscular body. She reached his cock, her pale fingers wrapped about his ebony girth.

“Mmm, did you like the kiss of my crop, slave?” she asked.

His eyes snapped down to her. “No, I didn’t, slave.”

Lucy shivered, stroking his dick with her left hand and cracking the riding crop across his chest with the other. I purred at the stinging slap echoing through the room. I shivered upon my slave’s cock, his rough finger rubbing at my clit, sending such delight through me.

“Slave?” Lucy asked. “Oh, I am so much more than a slave.”

CRACK!

Her fingers rubbed the crown of Bakiir’s dick.

“I’m your punishment and your reward,” Lucy purred, stroking his dick faster. She leaned in, licking at the dark welt rising across the muscles of his chest.

He sucked in a breath, arms pulling at his chains as she licked along it.

“Mmm, I can give you pleasure.” She rubbed the palm of her hand into the tip of his dark dick, her pale ass wiggling. “Or I can give you pain.”

She bit his nipple. Hard.

“Worship our Mistress, and you get pleasure.” Lucy purred. “Defy her, and you get pain.”

The crop swung hard.

CRACK!

I purred louder. I shuddered on Thushin’s cock. I loved watching my heart work. She was such a wonderful woman. So loving, so vicious, so eager to inflict pain for both our pleasures. I could watch her play for hours.

“Do you want to worship her?” Lucy asked, falling to her knees before him. She still stroked his huge cock. “Do you want to be rewarded?”

He gave me a stony look, full of all his stoic defiance. He would take every whipping she gave him without flinching. He promised to never break, to never worship me, to never be my obedient slave like Thushin and Issanik.

I groaned, wiggling more, purring louder. I drank in his defiance. Pleasure rippled through me, partly from Thushin’s finger rubbing hard circles on my clit, but more from this strong, defiant man before me. Oh, I loved it.

And then Bakiir’s forehead furrowed. His defiance cracked. It was easy to fight pain, but when you had a hot, beautiful woman’s mouth locked about your cock, sucking so hard… That was hard to fight. He shuddered, arms pulling against the chains as she bobbed her head. I could hear her noisy sucks, my clit throbbing, knowing how delicious her mouth was.

CRACK!

She cracked the crop into his chest as she sucked. It swished again over her head to smack into him. He shuddered as it struck him, pain and pleasure burning through his body at the same time. I loved it. I smelled the salty scent of his cock mixing with hot pussies.

Lucy dripped her sweet juices down her thighs.

CRACK!

She moaned, sucking hard on his cock, her head moving. Her ass wiggled as he knelt before him. I loved the sight of her pale butt-cheeks and her lithe back. Her brown hair danced about her shoulders. And then there was his solid, ebony bulk, such a contrast between the two.

CRACK!

I purred louder and louder. Thushin’s hands moved from my breast and clit. He grasped my waist, lifting me with his brawny strength, fucking my pussy up and down his restrained cock. He groaned, savoring the delight of my cunt.

CRACK!

While I savored the delight of Lucy working.

CRACK!

Bakiir’s face tightened. He grunted, groaned, fighting against her sucking mouth. The chains rattled and clinked. The riding crop slapped into him over and over. The welts rose on his flesh, marks of pain while pleasure boiled through him.

It confused him.

“Yes,” I purred. “You want that release.”

He shook the chains.

“You want to explode into her hot, sultry mouth.” My pussy clenched on Thushin’s cock. He hefted me faster and faster, grunting, groaning, loving the hot, tight silk of my pussy burning around his dick.

The friction was so wonderful.

CRACK!

“You want to drown her with your jizz,” I groaned.

Lucy moaned, bobbing her mouth so hard, sucking so noisily.

Bakiir grunted as the riding crop slammed into him again. His face twisted. He tried to be defiant. He tried to be strong. But he wanted that release. His climax ached to explode out of his balls and into her mouth.

“Beg for it,” I purred. “Beg to flood her mouth. Her pussy!” I grinned at him. “Imagine sliding that ebony monster into her tight cunt. To pump away at her pale flesh.”

“Bitch!” he snarled at me. “You and your gods-damned kind are all bitches. Las’s foul seed gave you only poison.”

CRACK!

“He did,” I moaned, shuddering. Rakshasa were born from the God of Lust, a race of all females, needing males to feed our appetites for pain and cock and cum. Needing them to reproduce. “He made something wonderful in us.”

CRACK!

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” he snarled, pulling harder at his chains.

“You want to cum?” I moaned, my pussy clenching so hard on Thushin’s cock as he worked my cunt up and down his girth.

“You know I do, bitch!” His eyes glared at me. “Tiger-headed whore! You want to fuck me. You want to feel my cock in your cunt!”

CRACK!

“Crawl to me and I’ll fuck you!” he snarled.

CRACK!

He bucked at the flogger smacking into his welted chest.

“You are about to erupt in her mouth,” I purred, leaning forward as Thushin slammed me up and down his cock. The pleasure burned so hot through me, the friction sending delight rippling through me.

“Yes!” he growled. “I’ll flood her mouth with my cum—” Pain burned across his face. He stared down in fury at Lucy, who’d stopped sucking. “You gods-damned whore!”

She’d bit his cock. Hard. Her hips wiggled faster. The crop fell from her hands to plunge them between her thighs. She rubbed at her pussy while Bakiir fought against the pain, shuddering in his chains.

Lucy came.

Her juices gushed from her pussy, splashing the stone floors and flooding the dungeon with her sweet musk. I shuddered, savoring the pain burning in Bakiir’s face, the pleasure reaching through my heart’s body.

“Beg!” I snarled at Bakiir. “Beg and you can cum in her mouth. The pain will end!”

“NO!”

His voice thundered through the room. My orgasms exploded inside me.

I drank in his defiance. My pussy went wild about Thushin’s cock. He groaned, wanting so badly to flood my cunt with his cum, but he couldn’t. Not with his cock bound by the ring. That made my orgasm even sweeter. I snarled and roared as the pleasure shot through me.

I bucked on his lap, staring at Bakiir. I loved his ebony muscles straining. The defiance burning through his limbs. It made me so wet. It made me so hot. My climax surged higher and higher through me.

I would enjoy breaking him.

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Lucy trembled on my bed, her small breasts jiggling as she felt my whiskers kiss her silky, ivory thighs as I nuzzled closer and closer to her sweet cunt. I breathed in her musk, licking my furry chops. My pussy was on fire.

“Malakisha, my heart!” moaned Lucy when I buried my furry snout into her pussy and feasted.

My thick tongue rasped across her shaved flesh, gathering her sweet juices. She groaned and shuddered, humping against me. Her small breasts heaved and jiggled. She shivered, her fingers squeezing her nipples while I flicked her clit piercing.

She shuddered again. Her moans were so sweet as she writhed on my satin sheets. Cool air wafted in through my open windows, twilight settling over the city of Ankush. Braziers standing around the room burned sandalwood to keep the stink of the humans from profaning my bowers.

My heart’s juices melted on my tongue. I savored her musk. I licked and loved her flesh, my whiskers rubbing on her thighs. Delight shuddered down to my pussy as my sensitive whiskers, so long and delicate, caressed her silky flesh. My ears twitched, drinking in her moans.

“Oh, my heart!” she gasped. “Oh, you spoil me! The queen’s dried-up cunt, yes!”

“Mmm, shower me in your sweet juices, my heart,” I purred between hot, hungry licks. “Shower me in your delight.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “My heart! My beautiful princess! My Malakisha!”

I lapped with furious hunger, my tongue lashing up and down her pussy. I licked and lapped and teased her. I made her ache and moan. I made her shudder in pure delight. She humped so hard against me. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her humping. She writhed, her small breasts jiggling as she squeaked out her pleasure, her fair face burning with crimson passion.

I loved it. My pussy was so hot as my tongue rasped across her pussy. Then I pressed it in her, licking through her silky depths. A rakshasa’s tongue was thicker than a humans, like a tiger, rough and teasing. It made her groan and gasp, her moans echoing through the room.

“My heart!” she squeaked, bucking so hard. “Oh, yes, my heart. Oh, that’s so good. Oh, I love it. You spoil me. My heart, yes!”

I purred as I spoiled her. I would give her anything, bedeck her in jewels, parade her on my arm, but my family would see me as weak. You did not love slaves. You did not love anything. Humans loved. We were rakshasas. We were predators.

We feasted upon them. How could you ever love your prey?

But then I met Lucy. The first time I saw her crying in the slave pens, draped in rags, her body whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her breasts and face, something kindled in my heart. She was destined for the brothels. Or to be sold as a kennel slave to pleasure gladiators and fighters. But her eyes met mine. Those soft, brown doe-eyes. The moment I locked on them, I was lost. That pleading desire to be saved, rescued, gripped me. That innocence drowning in filth. Innocence I could mold, shape, turn into a vicious predator.

She had stolen my heart with those eyes. And then given me her own.

So I licked her harder. I loved my sweet Lucy. My heart. She moaned and gasped, trembling on the bed. Her hands squeezed those firm, small tits. Her moans echoed through the room as she quivered and shook on the bed. Her brown hair swept across her face.

“Yes, yes, yes! My heart!” Lucy gasped. “By the queen’s shriveled tits, yes!”

Her juices squirted out of her pussy. A geyser of passion. My whiskers twitched in delight as she matted down my fur. She trembled and bucked. She ground against me as she moaned out her rapture. She humped so hard on me, smearing that hot cunt on my hungry lips, drowning me in her passion.

I licked and lapped. I drank down all her passion as it raged through her body. I savored every drop of it. My whiskers rubbed into her thighs as she squirmed and groaned. I kept licking her, my cunt growing so hot and juicy, eager to take her.

My hips wiggled. My dildo, strapped to my waist by a leather harness, swung between my thighs. Its base rubbed on my clit, giving me a taste of delight as I kept eating my beautiful heart. I devoured her cunt. I licked through every cranny.

And she kept cunning.

“Malakisha!” she howled. “I love you! I love you so much!”

My ears twitched at her words. My pussy clenched. My heart raced. I licked my chops, gathering up her sweet musk. I stared up her flushed body, such joy burning in her brown eyes, that naughty smile on her lips.

“Oh, let me reward you, my heart,” she moaned, writhing. “Mmm, plunge that dildo into my cunt. Fuck me hard! Pound me! Take your pleasure in me!”

I purred louder. My tongue licked at her pussy one final time, making her back arched. I flicked her clit and then kept licking, dragging my hot, rough tongue across her shave pubic mound. She squirmed, giggling as my tongue reached her stomach.

I probed into her bellybutton.

“My heart!” she squealed as I swirled around, tasting her sweat pulling in her cute innie divot.

Then I licked higher. I loved the flavor of her skin. The heat beneath her. My round breasts rubbed on her pale skin. I wasn’t as dark as Bakiir, only a rich brown compared to his deep ebony, but it still was a delicious sight. My nipples ached as they caressed her flesh, my nipple ring twisting on my right nub.

I licked between her breasts. I paused, swirling my tongue around her right mound. Her firm tit quivered. Then she squealed as my rough tongue swirled over her pink nipple. Everything about her was so pale and soft.

“Oh, yes, Malakisha,” she groaned, squirming, her stomach rubbing on my nipples. “Mmm, you spoil me.”

“I love you,” I growled, my voice thick with primal hunger. I nipped her nipple with my sharp fangs.

She gasped.

Then I pounced on her. Our breasts pressed together as my open jaw seized her throat. My teeth pricked at her neck, dimpling her skin. I felt her pulse pound through her throat. It didn’t increase. No fear sweetened her scent.

She knew only a little more pressure from my bite and I would rip out her throat. I could kill her, and no one would care. She was my slave. I could feast on every bit of her, use her to feed every one of my hungers.

“My heart,” she moaned. “Fuck me! Satiate yourself.”

I rammed my dildo into her cunt while gripping her throat.

Her thighs locked around my hips as my dildo plunged into her pussy. Now her heart raced faster as pleasure surged through her. She hugged me, rubbing my back while moaning her pleasure, her throat vibrating in the grip of my jaws.

The base of my dildo pressed on my clit. I plunged in hard, fast, thrusting into her depths, stirring her cunt to a hot froth as she groaned and shuddered beneath me. She humped up into my thrusts, driving the toy harder into my clit as our bodies slapped together.

“My heart!” she squealed. “Yes, yes, yes, love me! Ravish me!”

No fear. She felt my teeth and had no fear.

I loved her so much.

I drove my hips hard, my clit aching, throbbing. I hammered her, delight rippling out of my cunt and through my body. My ears twitched as her fingers traced my spine, sending tingles racing through my body. Driving my hips to fuck her harder, faster.

Our flesh slapped together. She moaned and twitched, crying out her love and passion. Her voice was so sweet. Our spicy and sweet musks filled the air with beauty. I breathed in her scent, our cunts, the sandalwood incense. I savored it all as I rammed the dildo over and over into her.

My clit ached.

My pleasure swelled.

“Yes, yes, yes, Malakisha! Fuck me, my heart! Oh, the queen’s wrinkly ass, yes! Plow me! Plow my cunt! Cum!”

My pleasure swelled with every thrust. The base of the dildo caressed my throbbing clit. My pussy clenched. Juice dribbled down my thighs while my jaws twitched. One bite, and I would taste her blood. I would feast on her.

I wanted to. My hips plunged faster. My teeth tightened. No fear from Lucy.

She just bucked and squirmed and moaned. So trusting. So loving. I could never hurt her. I rammed my dildo into her depths. Her body shivering beneath me. Her pleasure squeaking out of her lips as she came.

And so did I.

A rumbling snarl burst from my throat as she trembled beneath me. I purred so loudly as the rapture flooded through my body. Her hands held me. Her thighs gripped me. Her moans sang through the air as we shared our passion. Our love.

My jaws released her throat. I nuzzled my muzzle against her lips, licking her face. She kissed me, working her lips against my fangs. I shivered, letting my change go, letting my human face appear. Fur and whiskers retracted. My ears shrank, my wavy, black hair growing, spilling about my face as my lips became soft like hers.

And then were we kissing with no fangs, no fur, no barriers. Our bodies pressed tight, holding each other as our orgasm peaked. Only with her did I reveal my human face. Her hands moved, touching my smooth cheeks, eyes moist and dewy.

“My heart,” she sighed when I broke the kiss.

I rubbed our noses together, wanting to purr, but unable to with human vocal chords.

We held each other for a while, kissing, nuzzling, savoring the feel of each other. And then she said, “It’s been two days. Do you think he’ll ever break?”

“Yes,” I purred.

“But, two days without cumming… And the kennels are so noisy.” Lucy gave a wicked giggle. “Thushin and Issanik are enjoying their women as much as they can. And so are the others. I didn’t know a man could go two days without cumming. Not willingly.”

“He’s restrained?” I asked.

“Unable to touch his cock.” She shivered beneath me. “Thushin has that redheaded whore of his pressed up against the kennel bars, her tits shoved into Bakiir’s cell as he fucks her from behind.”

I laughed. Thushin loved his redhead. I bought the girl for him as a reward. She lived in his cell, ready to be used whenever he wanted.

“But…” Lucy’s face fell. “Bakiir has lasted two days. None of the others has.”

“He’s so strong. He’ll hold for days longer. And when he does break, he will be devoted to me.”

“Not as devoted as I am,” she said.

“Who can be?” I rubbed her nose. “But you’re not my slave. Not really.”

She kissed me hard. Then she let out a groan of annoyance.

“What?”

“I have my assignation,” she said.

“With Konayveh again?”

Lucy gave a wicked grin. “He has to fuck that old, toothless queen’s dried-up cunt. He yearns for hot, tight quim.”

I rolled off of her. “Enjoy your lover.”

“He’s…fine,” Lucy shrugged. “But he gossips.”

I smiled. Why else did I let Lucy have her lovers?

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“Your cock looks so hard,” I purred as Bakiir stood in his chains, arms outstretched. Lucy knelt before him, her pale finger stroking his ebony cock.

He jerked at his chains. He liked to do that.

“A week without cumming. How your dick must be backed up.” I knew he would impress me. Worth every dupondius I paid for him.

He spat to the side. Then groaned as Lucy engulfed his cock with her mouth.

My whip hissed through the air and…

CRACK!

A bleeding line appeared on his back. I shuddered at the scent of coppery blood spilling in the air. My hips wiggled. He growled through the pain and pleasure, Lucy sucking so hard on his cock as I drew back the whip.

“Beg!”

CRACK!

“NEVER!” he howled, pulling so hard on the chains.

I drew back the whip. Lucy moaned as she sucked, her hands gripping his ebony ass.

The whip hissed down at his back, his muscles so tense, his arms straining so hard.

CRACK!

My pussy clenched. Juices dripped like molten lava down my thighs.

“Worship me!”

CRACK!

“Serve me!”

CRACK!

“And then you can cum. You can spill your seed in Lucy’s mouth and erupt!”

He howled in pure rage, blood dripping from his wrists, the manacles biting into his flesh. The links of the chain ground together as he strained. A trickle of dust fell from the ceiling as I cracked the whip across his back.

Another bleeding line appeared. Blood ran in hot rivulets down his back, filling the air with that—

A cracking groan resounded through the dungeon.

His right chain ripped free the bolts anchoring it to the ceiling. With a bellow of rage, he whipped the heavy length of metal at my head.

To be continued…

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A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy!

Something we started writing to chill out. A friend told us to submit so here we are

Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the previous weeks’ works. Flashes of images and choicely cut sentences play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in front of her self. All she sees is a look of disdain upon her face. Everything fades to black as she continues flipping through the blood soaked parchment, and a new image takes dominance. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connection surrounds Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson. A deep primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to shame. Shame towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrong for wanting anything, especially love. Her mind become erratic, changing the scene faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can’t avoid. It always ends the same. “I love you” Alexis whispers into her ear. And in that moment, she vanishes, and the scene changes to her watching a little girl in a turquoise dress running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls mind is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one’s listening to it, and breaks the little girl into shattered glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to find it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved sickle like blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A slow, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her mouth is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kicking in. mere seconds later, she feels tears tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, she’s forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the bleeding stops, a weak “no’ escapes her throat. “No, don’t you stop. I need this” she whimpers quietly to herself, full of need and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can begin anew, there is a knock at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife. “Shit!” she exclaims at the broken porcelain. “What was the Lexi?” a woman’s voice says from the other side of the door. “Sorry mum,” she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her mouth and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,” you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. Come in” Alexis’s door swings open, and in front of her is a red haired woman in her thirties. “Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night?” her mother, Lindsey, asks. “Yeah, I’m going to Olivia’s remember?” Alexis states.
“That’s good, you should get out more,” her mother replies distractedly, exiting Alexis’s room. “Now where were we,” Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her knife. Within mere moments, the blade is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new trail of blood in its wake. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh wounds, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her arms cold and bare. With the knife in her left hand, she raises the blade to her right shoulder, and then begins carving slivers of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course meal, as her night becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled water cascades down her back, soaking into her knife marks and hashes. “Bitch,” she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower and dresses for school, then brews her morning coffee. “Mum?” Alexis yells, bringing the milk up the stairs with her. “Yes Lexi?” Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch. “Coffee?”
“You have to ask?”
“I’m on it.”
That afternoon, Olivia was in a mind state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her mind. What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if she thinks I’m messing with her? Olivia’s mind began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereo, if only to cull her own inner dialogue. “I meant it when I said ‘I wanna get well,’” the speakers blare with a Titan’s voice. Despite the cacophony, the argument in her head rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the door, her fist an inch from knocking. ‘Are we sure we should tell her?’ one of the three other voices in her head begins. ‘Yes? No? Maybe?’ Another chimed. “Since when are we ever sure,” Alexis asks herself. ‘Never, you know this’ the last one retorts. “In that case,” Alexis starts out loud, “Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of control over the situation”
As Alexis walks into Olivia’s room, the two girls have the same thought, ‘Do I just tell her? No, not yet.’ “Hey Liv,” Alexis begins. “Hey… do you want a cup of coffee or something?” Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
“Yes please. Coffee is friend.”
“How do you have yours?” Olivia asks, catching a more than friendly glance over Alexis. ‘Oi, if you want that, you have to ask’ an annoying part of her mind chirped as she exits the spacious room. “Double strength, one sugar” Alexis replies, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the women in her head. The girls finish their drinks, and Olivia’s eyes flick to the alcohol cabinet. “You know,” she begins suggestively, “My dad probably wouldn’t notice a few missing bottles, and he’s on late shift today.” Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘Getting her drunk probably won’t help the situation’ that same annoying section of her mind reminds her. “You’re sure your father won’t notice?” Alexis asks, staring at the cabinet like a jumping spider stalking prey. “Yeah. He only checks when he has to put stuff in it or if he has a date over, which is … almost never.”
“Really? Whatever booze is in my house is effectively logged and tagged. There’d be no way for me to sneak even a sip at my house.” Alexis states as she rinses her cup out. “Hey,” she questions, “how sharp do you think these knives are,” as she points to the knife block.
“Umm…” Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol cabinet, “I sharpened them last week, so very” Again, Alexis’s mind plays back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her face as red as her hair.
“I didn’t know you liked knives Lex” Olivia remarks, brushing away her black hair as she places a full bottle of tequila on the table. “So… why does your dad have so much alcohol if he hardly drinks?” Alexis asks, placing two wine flutes on the table. “Well,” Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half glasses, “he won first prize for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it’s from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the last minute. So the only thing he’s actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine”
“Ugh. Wine is disgusting” Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her lips, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the girls’ throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock. Click. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia’s room. “You know what,” Olivia hints, sitting against the headboard of her bed, “I really don’t know all that much about you. I want to change that. Let’s play truth or dare.”
“Umm… sure. I’ll start,” Alexis slurs “truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Olivia replies with the speed of a whip.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Yes. I haven’t found anyone I’d do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare?”
“Hmm… Dare”
“… Take … Off… your blouse” Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
“…Umm… Ok?” Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom and working her way up.
“You tease” Olivia complains like a five year old being denied a candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices hundreds of thousands of cuts and scars over her pale flesh. “Wha…” Olivia stammers, ‘So, is she like us?’ the voice in Olivia’s head asks. “I should just-”Alexis begins, but then is cut off. “No its ok.” Olivia removes her jumper, revealing arms covered in interlocking scars. “Just sit down” she rises, placing her hands on Alexis’s red raw shoulders. “Hiiiifff” Alexis hisses as Olivia’s sweaty palms rest upon the morning’s wounds. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards. “Sorry! Are you ok?” she blurts. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you doing something like that to me” she whispers into Olivia’s ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the pain. “Why do you think there are so many scars?” Alexis continues. “But that’s nothing compared to what I want to do to you,” she concludes, biting down on Olivia’s exposed neck, and is met with a cacophony of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender flesh. Despite her best efforts however, Alexis doesn’t draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her “where do you keep your blade?” she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia’s sizeable breasts. “Th-there” she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other side of the room. “When I’m back, you better have yours up” Alexis whispers, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thin, straight blade in her hands. “I thought I told you to lay back up.” She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the gashes, pulling her head to her breasts. “Drink up.” Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis, “Go on, pass me the knife,” she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her. “My room, my rules,” she orders, running the knife along Alexis’s inner calf, drawing a river of blood from the pale flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smile play across Olivia’s face as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close. “You really wanted this didn’t you?” she whispers slyly in Alexis’s ear, dragging the knife higher up Alexis’s leg, until it hits her skirt. “Y-ye-yes,” Alexis stammers, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis’s arms above her head, pushing the woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis’s body, carving sigils into her breasts. The two girls stare into each other’s eyes, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis’s stomach and twists. Alexis’s breathing become heavy and fast as lust takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the wall, whispering “You’ve been a bad girl. It’s time you were punished.” Olivia’s hand releases Alexis’s arms, and finds the redhead’s neck. “Yes mistress,” Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, knife on the floor in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, knife in hand, and throws her to the ground in front of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the blade deeper into Alexis’s collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis’s breast. “Oh gods we love you” Alexis manages to stammer, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the knife from under her collar bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of ownership into Olivia’s thigh, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a hatched Fleur-de-lis. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redhead’s dismay, and whispers “Why don’t you try something a little sweeter,” placing her hand under Alexis’s chin, bringing her in closer. “My safe word is blueberry,” Olivia whispers, bending to reach Alexis’s ear as she stares at Olivia’s clean shaven pussy.
Olivia’s legs were on Alexis’s shoulders as orgasm hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let loose a hungry moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her teeth. “Huh… huh… B… Bl… Blueberry!” Olivia squealed through orgasm. “M… My t-turn,” Olivia pants, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia’s legs, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia’s hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the blade, and whispers demandingly, “the only sounds I want out of you are moans and the words ‘yes Mistress’. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress” Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia’s blood along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a deep slash in her own palm. “oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah” Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the knife when she reaches orgasm, sweat working its way in to the grooves left from earlier. “A-aa-again” Alexis pleads breathlessly.
“Well, aren’t we greedy? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it,” Olivia states, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
“Pleeeeaaassssee?” Alexis whines, the sheets sticking to her back.
“Please what?” Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
“Please fuck me”
“Please fuck me, what?” Olivia whispers, walking her fingers up Alexis’s scarred stomach.
“Please fuck me, Mistress” She pleads.
“Oh… I don’t know,” Olivia begins, flicking Alexis’s clitoris, “you’re being very pushy. You know I don’t like it when you get pushy”
“Pleeeeaaassssee, Mistress?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Olivia whispers, stealing a kiss, then cups her hand and begins rubbing Alexis, “yes, Pet.”
Alexis wakes up to a blinding light, coming from the window above the bed on the other side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few empty bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the moment to end. “Light bad” Olivia murmurs, turning her face into Alexis’s stomach. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis studies the scars lacing the girl’s back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood stains on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room. “Did we do what I think we did last night,” Olivia asks groggily. “Well,” Alexis manages to slur, “I’d say the scars on our backs are a pretty sure sign, Mistress.” Olivia scans the room, her mind still a crimson haze. “Did… You did bring spare clothes right?” she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning light and the tastes of blood and mucus. “Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night,” Alexis slurs, rising and licking the blood off of her body. “How do we taste together?” Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood.
“Why don’t you taste for yourself?” Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a knock on the door interrupts them.
“Olivia? You up?” A man’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Uhh… don’t come in, I’m getting dressed!” Olivia yells, thoroughly startled. “Get in the closet,” she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pool of blood. “You can come in now,” Olivia shouts, dressed in black jeans and dark blue long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet’s key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia’s room. “Moring sweetie,” the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder height. “Morning daddy”
“You sure you don’t have anything… less Goth to wear?” Olivia’s father, David asks, his hand reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘Well, we’re boned’ all three voices in Alexis’s head state unanimously.
“Alexis?” David states, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground. “Sweetie, why didn’t you tell me you were gay?”
“Blueberry!” Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
“What?” David questions, putting Olivia down. “Wait, I don’t think I want to know. I’ll go make breakfast, you two make your selves look decent.”
To Be Continued… Maybe

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A couple learn about anal the hard way

Fucked On The Water
We had known Joe and Liz for about a month and had spent many days on their boat. At first, everything seemed friendly and we had a good time with them. Then one day, they said they were going to take us to their favorite cove and show us the beauty of the place. We agreed and enjoyed the trip over. We talked and laughed just like before but had no idea what was in store for us once we arrived.
After dropping the anchor, Joe suggested the two women go below and start lunch while he and I finished settling the boat. I watched Liz and my wife disappear below and had just turned towards Joe when I felt sharp sting in my arm. I looked down and saw that Joe had injected something into my arm with a syringe. I looked up and he had a smirk on his face while he pumped whatever was in the syringe into my arm.
I felt dizzy right away and could hardly stand up. In my state, I stumbled but Joe caught me and with his arms around me, led me towards the ladder leading down below. I tripped down the steps and landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Only lying there a few seconds, I felt Joe helping me up to my feet and leading me down the hallway towards the bedroom area.
He led me into one of the bedrooms and told me to stand leaning against the bed while he got the bed ready for me. I watched him through hazy eyes, turn down the bed then come around to me. Very quickly, he undid my shorts and pulled them down around my ankles. He then had me step out of them before pulling my shirt up over my head.
Now I was leaning against the bed totally naked and at Joe’s mercy. I felt his hands running up and down my spine then my legs before landing on my protruding ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and ran a finger up and down my crack several times. I couldn’t do anything to stop him as whatever he had pumped into my arm had me totally helpless and he was taking advantage of it.
I then heard a muffled scream and turned to look out the door., I could vaguely see the door of the bedroom across the hall was open and I could see through the haze, my wife and Liz in the other room. I couldn’t quite make out what they were doing but I knew it wasn’t good as I had recognized the scream as being from my wife.
My attention was brought back to Joe when I felt his finger pushing against my ass hole. He was trying to stick his finger up my ass but was having trouble as he couldn’t get it in very far because of the way I was standing.

He removed his finger and grabbed my arm to lead me around the bed. Without a word, he pushed me down onto my stomach on the bed and went around behind me. I felt his weight on the bed as he got behind me, pulling my hips up into the air while forcing my head down. I then felt something wet against my skin and realized that Joe was licking up and down my crack.
I heard another scream and because Joe had forced me onto the bed facing the doorway, I could lift my head a little and look out the door. This time I could see more of what Liz and my wife were doing in the other bedroom. I could see Liz above my wife, her hips thrusting forward and backwards as she forced a large black strap on dildo in and out of my wife’s cunt. She had my wife’s legs up over her shoulders and was really pounding in and out.
Suddenly, I felt something other than Joe’s finger at the entrance to my ass hole. It was his cock and he was forcing it into me, pushing it in as far as he could without stopping. I felt pain like I have never felt before and then a feeling of fullness as he cock filled my canal right up to his balls until they were resting against my thighs.
Thankfully, he waited for me to get used to his size and thickness before starting to fuck me. He started slowly but before long, he was using long strong thrusts that would refill my canal completely. I could feel his engorged head rubbing against the walls of my canal as he fucked me faster now than before. His balls slapped against my skin every time he thrust up into me and even though I was in a hazy state, I started to feel good about what he was doing to me.
Joe was talking to me while he fucked me telling me how tight I felt and how good it felt to fuck my ass. He continued for quite some time, or it seemed like a long time before he stopped and pulled out of me.
He then very quickly man handled me until I was on my back. He got between my legs and put them up over his shoulders. He moved into me again, this time thrusting fully up into me with one move, filling me up again completely. I now had started to enjoy the feeling of his big cock pounding my ass so I told him so and to keep fucking me. He pounded and pounded away at me, raising me up more onto my shoulders so he could get deeper inside me.
After several more minutes, I felt a warm then hot sensation inside me as he came, gushing his hot come deep into my hole and surrounding his still pounding cock. His groan was one of deep satisfaction as he pumped his come into me. He stopped thrusting and held his cock at the end of my canal as he filled me with his come before pulling his deflating cock out of me with a slight pop. I felt come running down the back of my thighs after he pulled out of me and pooling under me as he got off the bed.

I was still finding things hazy but I could see into the bedroom across the hall. Now Liz was behind my wife and had the big strap on in her ass hole. I watched as Liz fucked my wife’s ass for quite some time before Joe blocked my view by walking out of our bedroom and across to where the women were.
I saw Liz look up when he entered the room and she immediately pulled the strap on out of my wife. She got off the bed and giving Joe a little kiss on the cheek, came across the hall. I watched her approach the bed and get on it, the big strap on waving in front of her as she walked. She then took my legs and put them over her shoulders and I felt the head of the dildo against my hole. She pushed it into me and was soon fucking my ass with fast strong thrusts.
I heard my wife in the other room and turned my head to see Joe had her on her stomach and was fucking her ass. I knew in the back of my mind that this was the first time my wife had ever been fucked in her ass and she was getting it from the real thing this time in Joe’s big cock. He straddled her hips so he was above her more and started to really thrust strongly in and out of her while she half screamed and groaned at the same time.
Liz brought me back to her as she continued to fuck me. Now, I know I was enjoying what she was doing as I was asking her to fuck me deeper and harder. Fuck me faster was coming out of my mouth now, louder and louder. She did what I asked and I could feel the fake balls slapping against my skin in a matter of moments. I didn’t want the feelings I was having to end but I heard Joe’s loud grunt as he came inside my wife’s ass and with that, Liz pulled the strap on out of me.
After a while, we all got dressed, not saying a word about what happened as Joe and Liz had raped both me and my wife so what was there to say. After getting back home, my wife discussed what had happened and we soon found our way to our bed and were fucking furiously in just a few minutes. That was the first time my wife ever let me fuck her in the ass but it wouldn’t be the last. We bought a strap on the size Liz had and she fucked my ass many times with it. We would even go down the the parks known for casual sex and in the trees, would fuck each other in the ass. A few times we let others fuck us there too but it didn’t happen very often.
We still went boating with Joe and Liz but this time whenever we went to the cove, we fucked with them and them and quietly thanked them for opening up a whole new world to us.

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“You and your man should meet Jason, one of my girlfriends Jill told me over coffee. He is an incredibly attractive man in his early twenties. Twenty-years younger than me and an absolute stud, a sex machine. I had only known him for a few weeks when I learnt he was bi.”

“How did you meet him?”

“I was scrolling a dating site. We met right here in this coffee shop the next day. Within ten-minutes as we looked each other over closely he asked me if I was looking for a boy toy to fuck. Of course I replied with a nervous smile, hoping I would call his bluff.

“He wasn’t bluffing Sarah, I took him home and he fucked me every which way all afternoon and into the night. Before you ask Sarah, yes he was hung and thick. So exciting being seduced by a much younger man with a muscly, six-pack body. He was very complimentary about my naked body. He licked and sucked my tits like teenage boys used to.

“The next night I invited him around again. While I was preparing for him I recalled some of your stories and how you like to greet your lovers. Heels, sexy black garter belt and stockings, and matching cup-less bra under a short diaphanous black negligee. You know I am a sexual exhibitionist, Jason was beside himself as I shrugged the negligee off.

“Oh fuck, a magnificent blond cougar with beautifully trimmed black pubes,” he told me in a frenzy as he gave me a tremendous tongue fuck with his hands on my ass. “Yes Sarah, I did give him a blow job. And we fucked past midnight.

“How did you find out he was bi Jill?,” I asked, fascinated at what she might tell me.

“He asked if he could bring one of male friends, Jeremy around. I assumed he wanted him to watch us fuck or perhaps participate. I was partly correct. “That is a huge buzz for me, Jeremy told me as he watched Jason and I enjoying some serious foreplay. I had long been envious of you Sarah, having a second man watching you having sex.

“I was totally naked, hands on hips, enjoying flaunting my body for Jeremy while Jason watched. When I looked closely at Jeremy I realised he was a few years younger than Jason, as he removed his shirt, his trousers and lastly his sexy black, male thong.

“Jason had his back to the wall as I watched Jeremy commence sucking his cock. My initial reaction was shock, my latest lover is bi! Then my libido kicked in, new levels of sexual pleasure for me watching another man, just a boy really giving my much younger lover a blow job.

“You could have at least asked me first,” I told Jason, feigning indignity, as I licked and sucked his nipples, before I chewed them, softly, then harder.

“Pleasure and pain, you know I love it, don’t stop Jill,” he whispered as I watched Jeremy sucking his balls. We were tongue kissing as Jeremy bought him to a huge orgasm. As you know Sarah, and you have told me many times, there is nothing quite like tongue kissing your partner while a third person is bringing them to orgasm.

“An hour later Jason asked me if Jeremy could watch him tongue fuck me.”

“Did you say yes?,” I asked my verbal sexual voyeur streak, hanging on to Jill’s every word.

“Of course. The first time in my life second man alternated his fingers, lips and tongue on my naked body while another man tongue fucked me.

My man Roger and I are both in our early forties. We have many things in common including a high sex drive and the pleasure of three-way sex with another man or woman. And we are both gender fluid.

I am Sarah, in my early forties, a still attractive business professional of French descent, sexually sophisticated, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.

My body still attracts attention from both sexes, good legs and hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. My best feature to modestly paraphrase people of both sexes who have licked and kissed it is my, ‘glorious ass’.

I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction and men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

I am to please and be pleased sexually. A man’s size is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

Around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we sometimes share another female sometimes which we both enjoy.

I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

I was barely nineteen when a slightly older man licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me.

I was twenty years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, “I love being licked and teased.” Though it was almost twenty years later before a female licked me to orgasm.

It was around the same time I gave a man a blow job for the first time. I soon realised the power I could have over a man while giving him oral sex. Since then I have developed my blow job technique to the point where some men tell me I am without peer.

Blowing a man with another woman watching to show my prowess, sometimes his partner, is something I very much enjoy. And blowing a man with another naked man watching and masturbating is really special.

“You and your man really should meet Jason, Jill told me over the phone less than a week later. Have a look at the pics I sent you Sarah. I told you he is an incredibly attractive man, early twenties, an absolute stud. I told you I had only known him for a few weeks when I learnt he was bi. Does he look bi?”

“We would love to meet Jason, next Friday at eight, our condo,” I told Jill. “Are you going to chaperone him,” I asked facetiously, hoping she would say yes.

“Of course I am going to chaperone him Sarah. I am offering him to you and your man for your sexual pleasure just as much as my sexual pleasure. You and I both like to please our men. Though remember no fucking. I want him to tongue fuck you, you can give him a head job, he can give your man head job, or your man can give him a head job. But no fucking, he is my fuck toy.”

Before Jason arrived the next Friday night I had filled my man Roger in with the details of my meeting with Jill. “No pressure Roger, but I would like you to be part of a hands on three-way with him and me while Jill watches. I want you to watch him tongue fuck me, before I give him a blow job. We have had a second man many times, though you have only ever watched and masturbated while I took my sexual pleasure.

“I want you to tease Jason with your fingers, and perhaps your lips and tongue while I am having my way with him. Can you handle that? I told you Jason is bi, then he can have his way with you while I tease both of you.”

“You know I love a challenge Sarah, a sexual challenge with you is always exciting. Is Jill going to act as chaperone for Jason?,” he asked.

“When Jill and Jason arrive I want us to impress them Roger, what shall we wear for them?,” I asked, standing naked sorting through some sexy lingerie.

“Does my ass look big in this g-string Roger?”

“You know it does, just magnificent,” he told me as he watched me slide a pair of low cut, skin tight jeans over my naked body. Your big ass will look even better with some oil,” he told me as he smeared oil over it, before I oiled his torso.

“I need one more item after my heels. Make a suggestion for me Roger?

“One of my black shirts, your thighs are magic with the slits at the side of it,” he told me as he helped me on with it and fastened just a single button, to highlight my cleavage.

“I promised Sarah and Roger for you Jason,” here they are for you to impress. And I promised Jason for you Sarah and Roger, here he is for your sexual pleasure,” Jill told us she she helped him shrug off his black cotton shirt while he stepped out of his loafers. He was holding my gaze as Jill slid his slacks to his ankles.

Just as Jill had told me and promised me, Jason is a much younger man with a muscly, six-pack body, and incredibly attractive, I mused as Roger and I both admired his body, naked apart from a sexy, high-waisted black thong, with a huge bulge.

“No pressure Roger,” I whispered as he looked at me, knowing I wanted him to remove Jason’s thong, just as Jill did.

“I am impressed Jill, we are both impressed Jason,” I told him as we admired his large, thick tumescence cock.

“Sarah and Roger both took great trouble to dress for you Jason, the less is more look, after you undress me I want to watch you undress them.

I had seen Jill naked in the past, though that day in that situation, with me and two men, she was thriving on showing us her wonderful naked body.

“I love your black shirt Sarah,” Jill told me as she watched her lover help me shrug it off. And your ass in that g-string is to die for, better than ever, she whispered as Jason ran his hands over it.

Before Jason could slide Roger’s jeans off, Roger took the initiative and opened the fly, before he slid out his erection and balls. I was pleased when I heard Jason and Jill mutter, ‘wow.’

Five minutes after Jill and Jason arrived I was laying back at forty-five degrees in our sex chair, legs spread, anticipating sexual pleasure from a new, much younger man, after Jill and Roger watched Jason undress me, looking at my naked body in the mirror opposite, watching my naked man smearing oil over Jason’s naked body, special attention to his torso, licking and teasing his nipples, before he pinched them, then oiling his ass cheeks, then finally his erection, as the two men, and me, made comparisons.

Both of the men had roaring erections as Jill stood behind me, teasing my erect, hard nipples. “Sarah loves being licked and teased, she thrives on sexual pleasure, I promised her you were a real stud. She wants to groan with sexual pleasure while her man and I watch you tongue fuck her,” Jill told Jason, her current lover, with a quaver in her voice.

Wonderful silent, sexual tension as Jason knelt between my thighs, licked and kissed my right side thigh, then put my thigh over his shoulder, licking my thigh some more, before the tip of his tongue found my clit.

“I told you he was good Sarah,” Jill told me as she leaned over me, my pleasure obvious, tongue kissing me as she ogled my man’s erection.

Jason’s tongue was magic on my cunt lips. Teasing. sliding, just the tip of it along my almost bald cunt lips, with his hands under my ass cheeks, lifting me.

“Watch me flatten my tongue and use wide slow strokes to explore your inner and outer lips, vagina, and clitoris. Imagine me licking an ice cream cone Sarah.

“Watch me try different kinds of strokes, circular, side-to-side, up-and-down. I am still discovering what pleases you Sarah. When Jill and I watch each other masturbate I learn how she likes her clitoris to be touched. Give Jill your hand, place her hand on top of yours and show her the kind of stroking your cunt prefers.

“Would you like me to penetrate you with a finger Sarah? May I? Yes? You are so wet, I am moving my finger in and out using short but firm strokes. I am going to put my mouth back on your clitoris and lick it. Jill loves the experience of clitoral stimulation and penetration.

“So do I, I love it, love it.”

“Look at Sarah, can you see the signs she is nearing orgasm Jill, she is moaning, her thighs pressing against my head, her body is arching, her hands tightening on my head. Do you want me to stop now Sarah? No?

“Put a pillow under her ass for me Jill, it will elevate her hips and vulva and her increase her pleasure.

“I am going to orgasm for you Jill, watch me and watch what Jason is doing, lifting my big ass with his hands while he is licking, kissing and sucking my cunt. So close, are you watching Jill and Roger? So good, so fucking good. Fuck yes, yes, yes, so good, watch me orgasm. Watch me, watch me. Don’t stop.”

After what must have been another ten-minutes, Jill told Jason to lay on his back on the day bed. “Keep on tongue fucking Sarah while she sits on your face, with you hands holding her ass cheeks, while you slide her cunt lips along your tongue.”

That was my man Roger’s cue to rub his oily hand over Jason’s torso, lick and kiss his nipples, then tease his erection with his fingers, while I watched, just as I had asked him to do for me.

“One more orgasm on your tongue Jason, then I will give you some fellatio, suck your cock,” I told him on the brink of a huge orgasm. And what an orgasm it was, so noisy, so good, as Jill and Roger both tongue kissed me.

“As you know Sarah, and you have told me many times, there is nothing quite like tongue kissing your partner while a third person is bringing them to orgasm,” Jill reminded me.

“You owe me Jason, you tongue fucked my lady, before she gave you a wonderful blow job, though I did give her permission. Has Jill given you permission to give me fellatio, a blow job?,” Roger asked.

“Yes, I have, I want to watch, make him work for your pleasure,” Jill told Jason as she held his head and guided his pursed lips over my man’s erection.

One of my kinky sexual pleasures is watching another man give my man a blow job, even better with that man’s partner watching as she was that day. Before Jason started on my man he made a point of rubbing his erection, along Roger’s, comparing, both of the men enjoying the contact and the moment, their male egos on fire, as Jill and I watched, also enjoying the sexual frisson.

“You told me your man Roger was nine-inches and thick, Sarah, you always were a good judge. Close to a dead heat with my man I think.”

Roger was standing with his back to a wall, admiring his erection in the mirror opposite, hands behind his head, before Jason licked and teased his erection.

“Jill told Sarah you were a sex machine Jason. You showed Sarah you were a sex machine. Now convince me. I am ripe for blow job, while our ladies watch,” Roger told him.

“Enjoy baby, your turn on is my turn on, and Jill’s, ” I smiled watching Jason expertly licking the sides of my man’s erection.

“Are you sure you want this?,” Jason teased with a hand wrapped around his shaft before he grasped his hips and slid his wet lips over the tip of my man’s erection. “Tell me what you want?”

“A sex machine, I am ripe for a blow job, Suck my balls first, while I put my cock ring on.”

“Like this? Or like this?”

I was fascinated watching my man soaking up sexual pleasure from another, much younger man, amazed how comfortable my man was with his cock at full mast, his cock ring accentuating the thick vein in his erection, with two women watching. Jill and I were holding hands, both of us enjoying our bi-sexual men in action, and the age gap, the men almost oblivious to us, as we sucked each other’s middle finger.

We watched Jason working on Roger’s rock hard erection, suck, lick, blow, one hand, two hands, then stop, lick and suck on his nipples.

Jill and me watched on in awe as Jason commenced teasing the tip of my man’s rock hard erection with his tongue, then ran his tongue along his shaft before taking it between his pursed lips, as Jill and I moaned ‘wow’ in unison, before Jason slid his pursed lips along three or four inches of Roger’s rock hard erection.

“Watch closely, it will be more pleasurable for Roger if Jason mixes it up,” Sandra whispered. “He is going to use his tongue while moving up and down his shaft. Now watch him add a hand, he is going to rotate it around the base of his erection for more sensation.

“Now watch this, he is going to take his erection into his throat as far as he can for a brief moment. Just look at how that makes his entire body tense, and listen to him moaning. Look at the way he is holding his ass and digging his nails in. His goal is always to focus on pleasure for his man, not just an orgasm, and the pleasure I get while watching.”

“They have been at it for more than twenty minutes, awesome,” Jill whispered as she glanced at the wall clock. “Look at the way Jason is teasing and edging your man, running his fingertips along his balls while licking and sucking just the tip of his erection, even thicker than when they started. Let’s help your man get there Sarah.”

I was standing and tongue kissing my man while Jill licked and sucked Roger’s nipples. He was breathing very heavily while Jill and I changed positions. “So good, so fucking good, I love it,” Roger was almost screaming as his body tensed, breathing so heavily. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Now, right now, I am ripe for a blow job, so ripe,” Roger moaned as Jason bought him off with a thumb and fingertip.

“Jason has never seen me having lesbian sex with another woman before now Sarah,” Jill told me before we had the most exquisite lesbian sex with the men watching. We commenced before they showered and had reversed positions when they returned to watch. We were both so pleased to see both men with a fresh erection while they enjoyed watching. I was also very pleased to see the serious scratches on my man’s ass.

The four of us agreed to meet again soon. All of us very comfortable with each other.

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“I promised you a lady a month ago, for both of us really, after we were both pleasured by James. His ten-inch erection was sexual pleasure for both of us. I have arranged for Joan, one of my bisexual, lipstick lesbian friends to visit us on Sunday afternoon.

“I had coffee with her twice during the week to discuss her visit, our plans and our ground rules. We both did some serious flirting with each other and had our hands all over each other. She is seriously bisexual and a very exciting woman, we were kissing like teenagers at the back of the coffee lounge, are you fine with that baby?”

My man Roger is flat on his back on our bed, naked with a thick, eight-inch erection. I am also naked as we tongue kiss passionately with Roger’s hand cupping my ass as I straddle one leg over his.

“Tell me all about her?”

“Five years younger than us, size ten, sixty-four inches with a good body and a ferocious sexual appetite.”

“How do you know her? Has she had you previously?”

I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. My body is still good, both sexes love my legs and ass and the way I trim my pubic hair – less is more. Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused.

I have a high sex drive, I am to please and be pleased sexually, I love being licked by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

I have a tacit agreement with my man (he is nine-inches and thick) that I can pleasure and be pleasured sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, no intercourse, outer sex only – safe sex, my man can watch and masturbate. If the second man wants to blow my man I love to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.

Today is one of those occasions and I am looking forward to being sexually pleasured by a female and my man. I can’t remember the last time I had a female.

A few nights earlier after my man had edged me with his tongue and lips for thirty-minutes as I had multiple orgasms, I asked him, “What can I do for your sexual pleasure baby?”

“I want to lick and kiss your glorious ass while you give me a hand job.”

I organised him laying on his back with some pillows under his head, then squatted over his torso resting on my knees so he could lick and kiss my ass. We both watched in the wall mirrors and ceiling mirror as I gave him a long, slow, oily hand job while you kissed and licked my ass.

For me a large part of sex is about the excitement and creating sexual excitement. Greeting a new lover, whether male or female, at our front door is an ideal opportunity to create sexual excitement. My man Roger and I have greeted our new lovers with many scenarios: from fully dressed, stark naked, even engaged in sex. Our choice these days is to be almost naked when a new lover arrives, be it male or female. I like a killer pair of heels and a skimpy g-string to highlight my ass. Roger’s preference is a skimpy, crotchless jock strap. (Even flaccid his cock is awesome in his crotchless jock strap. And his ass looks good in it.) Though we do enjoy our second preference, undressing each other for the opposite sex.

That is exactly how we are dressed today as we wait for Joan to arrive, both with freshly trimmed almost bald pubic areas. We made a pact not have sex for three days before Joan’s visit to heighten the sexual pleasure and excitement with her. The sexual tension while we wait is too much for both of us as we tongue kiss and tease each other’s bodies with our fingertips. As Roger teases my ass, I run a fingertip along his cock and he is immediately erect.

Then, the door bell. “Sorry I’m late Sarah and you must be Roger. Wow, what a greeting,” Joan blushes as she looks us over as Roger poses with his hands on hips.

“Remind me why I am here Sarah,” Joan teases as we tongue kiss like teenagers.

“To lick my cunt, I haven’t had a woman for so long. And I want to do the same for you. Also for my man’s pleasure, I owe him.”

“Wonderful, we are on the same page. “I have wanted you for a long time Sarah and having your hung man at the same time is a bonus,” Joan whispers as we lick each others nipples.

“Would you like to watch me lick Sarah’s cunt?,” Joan asks Roger with a sexy smile as she ogles his erection. “Sarah told me you love to watch her having sex with a third person. I want to hear it from you.”

“Yes I do. And she likes watching me having sex with a third person.”

Five minutes later, just as we did recently my man Roger is flat on his back on our bed, naked with a thick, eight-inch erection. I am also naked as we tongue kiss passionately with Roger’s hand cupping my ass as I straddle one leg over his. Joan is also naked and straddling his other leg. She is lightly cupping his balls with one hand as she sucks the tip of his erection. Roger is relishing two women pleasuring him as he watches in the ceiling mirror and I watch in the wall mirrors.

“Your man is a challenge Sarah,” Joan tells me as she sucks his balls with a hand wrapped around his erection before she resumes licking and sucking it.

“Suck my nipples for me baby,” he whispers as I readily comply.

“Your man is rock hard for me Sarah,” Joan tells me as she lets his erection slip out from between her lips and licks, kisses then sucks his balls with a hand wrapped around his erection before she resumes licking and sucking it.

“My nipples are like bullets baby, don’t stop, are you watching what your friend is doing to me baby? She is very good.”

“Your man is getting close Sarah, very close,” Joan tells me as she lets his erection slip out from between her lips and licks, kisses then sucks his balls for the third time with a hand wrapped around his erection before she resumes licking and sucking it.

“I am watching what Joan is doing to you baby and I like it. Your turn on is my turn on, and that is a huge turn on,” I whisper loud enough for both of them to hear me as I nibble his nipples. I am also comparing her blow job technique to mine and my man’s reaction when she sucked his balls. A new trick for me.

“So good, so fucking good,” my man is moaning while I watch fascinated as Joan is licking and sucking the tip of his erection as she runs her thumb and middle finger along the full length of his very wet erection.

“That is so good, so fucking good Joan,” he moans as Joan scratches his balls with her nails with six inches of his erection sliding between her lips.

I have mixed feelings as my man is almost screaming, “So fucking good Joan with Sarah watching, I love it,” as he hits the back of her throat.

“My turn to pleasure you Joan,” I smile as we rearrange ourselves on the bed after we freshened up with our hands all over each other in the bathroom. I organise her with two pillows under her ass as my man watches on.

“Sarah wants to lick your cunt while I watch Joan. She wants to bring you to orgasm while I watch. Are you fine with that?,” Roger teases. “Would you like me to lick your nipples while Sarah licks your cunt Joan?”

“Yes and yes, do it for me.”

I can see my man watching as I lick my way up both of Joan’s creamy thighs. I always get a buzz out of making another woman orgasm with my lips, tongue and maybe a finger or two. Today I am determined to demonstrate my bisexual skills to Joan after I watched her blow my man. “Anything special I can do for your pleasure Joan?,” I tease as the tip of my tongue finds her already engorged clitorous.

“I want to watch you blow your man’s magnificent, fully erect cock one day.”

“And so you shall, we would like that. Would later today be satisfactory for you?”

“Promise me Sarah?”

“Yes, while you lick my cunt. Is that fine with you Roger?,” I tease as he licks her nipples while I lick her clit with my hands holding her ass.

“I am going to start slowly Joan,” I whispers as I gently part her outer labia and lick up from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris. Then lick up and down her labia.

I want demonstrate my experience and skills at pleasuring another woman as I focus on her clit and lick around it in a circular motion, varying the pressure, then insert a finger in her cunt creating an extra frisson for both of us.

“I love it Sarah, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she implores.

Then some teasing with sensual kissing up and down her inner thighs. I want to find her clitoris and pleasure it. My own clitoris is super sensitive with lots of nerve endings, it’s the source of my orgasms. My man can make me convulse with pleasure like a demon is being exorcised out of me, especially when he uses his fingers to rub my clit with his face between my thighs.

I commence by licking all around her clitoris, licking it up, down, and all around, focused on the pressure of my tongue on her clitoris.

I start off lightly and build up pressure and speed as her body responds. I play with the shape of my tongue on her clitoris and mix it up. A broad flat tongue, then a more pointy tip. She really is enjoying my attentions.

New levels of sexual pleasure when I place my index finger and thumb either side of her clit to raise and steady it, then instead of licking up and down her vulva, I go from side to side, licking straight across her clitoral hood, stimulating a wider area of her clit than ever before.

An extra turn on for me when I ask, “Do you like what I am doing to you Joan? Do you prefer it slow or hard, or in circles, or up and down?,” as I run my fingers down her thighs, as she holds and guides my head.

“Is that okay?,” I tease as I slowly insert a finger into her vagina and wait for her response, moving it in and out slowly to start with, curling my finger up towards her stomach to hit her G-spot, massaging it gently, as I ask, “Harder and faster?”

“Yes Sarah, you are so good.”

“Anything special, really special you would like Joan?,” I ask.

“Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” she repeats as my man is licking and and sucking her nipples.

“Do you like me to licking your nipples while Sarah licks your cunt Joan?,” my man asks.

“Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” she repeats as she shudders and has a series of orgasms.

I am very pleased with myself and my ability to provide sexual pleasure to another female. Now I want Joan to pleasure me and watch me blow my man.

“Watch and enjoy baby, my turn on is your turn on, better still kiss me. Now lick my nipples while you watch,” I moan standing with my legs wide apart as Joan kneels with her arms between my legs with her hands cupping my ass.

“Is this what you wanted from me Sarah?, she teases as she flicks her tongue over my engorged clit. My man is good at oral sex, however, Joan is in a different league. “Yes, that is exquisite, the way you are fucking me with your tongue.

“This is my favourite stool for sexual pleasure,” I tell Joan, Roger already knows that, as I am sitting on a high stool in front of a full length wall mirror with my legs wide apart waiting for Joan to pleasure me. She has been here for over an hour while she pleasured my man, after which I pleasured her. Exquisite foreplay for all three of us as I anticipate my first lesbian orgasms, note the plural, for some months.

Joan is standing in front of me as we tongue kiss passionately. Roger is behind me, teasing my very erect nipples with a fingertip on each, kissing and licking my back at the same time. “This is what you wanted baby, another woman to lick your cunt lips. Enjoy while I watch, you know I love watching another woman fucking you with her tongue. And I know how much you love being licked by both sexes.”

Just as Joan’s tongue brushes against my cunt lips, I can feel my man kissing and licking my ass cheeks. “Your ass is awesome sitting on that stool baby. I can stop if you want me to?”

I ignore his question and concentrate on soaking up the pleasure two people are providing. I can feel my man nibbling my ass cheeks in turn as Joan’s tongue and lips pleasure me. Exquisite pleasure and pain as I watch two people pleasuring me in the mirror as I fight to hold back my first orgasm.

I am so close, so close and the moment Joan slides a finger into me I have the most incredible orgasm. Then a second even more intense one as my man kisses me from behind and places my hand on his new erection.

Without any of us saying a word, I take one hand of my man and Joan as we move from my sex stool to my sex chair. As we reposition ourselves Joan watches me lightly grasp Roger by the balls, his raging erection is at a perfect height for me. “Baby yes,” I moan as he slides his erection between my tightly pursed lips.”

“Awesome, fucking awesome,” Joan whispers as she resumes licking me with her hands under my ass.

Sexual heaven for me as I have another woman edging me with her tongue and lips, she really is very good, while my man is sliding his thick, eight-inch erection between my pursed lips. “You are a sex machine Sarah, a fucking sex machine and it all looks so good in the mirrors. Are you watching baby?”

“Yes I am,” I manage to mutter as I orgasm again and relish being multi-orgasmic, I have lost count today.

I have lost track of the time and how long Joan has been pleasuring me with my man sliding his thick, eight-inch erection between my pursed lips.

“Are you watching baby?,” he asks again as he commences masturbating just after I have another huge orgasm. “Are you watching Joan? This is for both of you ”

“Wow, that is awesome Sarah, I can’t remember the last time I watched a man masturbate. Absolutely fucking awesome Sarah,” Joan enthuses as he hits the back of my throat.

“What a session that was Sarah, when can we do it again?,” Joan asks with a satisfied smile as we kiss goodbye.

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Cindy has Nina leashed as the spiked heeled married mom crawls along the floor

Max was fisting Carol as he watched his latest lesbian masterpiece , he was now, besides being a maledom , he was also a producer of taboo porn . Cindy on screen was being a femdom in the xxx scene , her submissive was her mom Nina Rogers who he had fucked many times . Collared & leashed and wearing spiked heels , Nina was crawling on the floor doggy style as her mistress/daughter Cindy lead her in the opening scene , As Cindy lifted the dress she was wearing you could see that she was wearing a 11 inch strapon dildo underneath , her mom who was completely naked began by sucking the dildo before Cindy began fucking her mom doggystyle in their living room where they were told to film last week. This was the first time Max was watching it . He had told Ernie Cindy’s Stepdad to do the filming. So far he was impressed. Nina was moaning & groaning as her daughter gave her a no mercy fuck . . It was hot , Max thought , as he took his fist out of Carol’s pussy & she chowed down on his massive schlong. Eat it mom Max said softly , as he watched , Cindy get some lube & begin to fuck her old lady up the ass. Nina screamed in pain & ecstasy as her shithole was stretched & gaped by the rubber phallus . After Nina reached orgasmic bliss from the anal plunder , Cindy sat on her moms’ face & she also had an orgasm before she decided to piss all over Nina’s face & hair . Before the scene faded to black , Nina who was still covered in her femdoms/daughter’s urine was shown mopping up the floor , like the good little submissive she had become.

Chapter 1- 3 days Later

Joyce was asslicking Max as Carol fucked herself in the ass with a cucumber, Sonia would becoming over soon . She was still his slave to do as he pleased but now he had let Arthur use her as he pleased when he wasnt around . Sonia was one his stars , last month she was involved in a lesbian gangbang with 4 , 20year old dominant women. He had hypnotized 3 of Raven’s friends & along with Raven , they had fucked Sonia in all her holes . She was dpd, triplestuffed & she was also pissed on by all the much younger women ,& in the final scene he had Sonia lick all their pussies & assholes .

As Sonia walked in wearing her leopard skin bikini & high heels , she immediately got down on her knees & began bowing Max’s dick. Humming & deepthroating his prick , Sonia was a great cocksucker , & she and her son’s other slave Olga had blown Arthur just this morning . Arthur had covered her face with jism but Olga had been pissed on .

Max was hard as a rock so he went over to his mom who had been fucking her ass with a cucumber , so she took that out &Max replaced it with his penis .

As Carol got assfucked doggystyle she watched as Joyce got her ass eaten by a very submissive Sonia . Once Max unloaded an anal creampie. , Sonia & Joyce both went over & shared the man dessert , by licking Carol’s sexy buttcream.

Chapter 2 – Lynn

Lynn, Raven’s mom was ballgagged, buttplugged, wearing 5 inch thigh high hooker boots & a collar that said Cumslut on it with a dog leash . Filming the scene was Master Max . Leading her naked as she crawled on the carpeted living room floor was Raven who was dressed as a femdom , riding crop & spiked heels that allowed her to tower over her much shorter mom/sexslave. On the sofa Raven put the naked middleaged wench over her knee & began spanking her ass cheeks red . Lynn was thanking her mistress while in pain. Once Raven was done spanking her, Lynn was told to sit on the sofa as Raven turned to her ass first & , Lynn obediently started licking her daughter’s / femdom’s shithole. Lynn licked it like it was ice cream . Raven was in orgasmic heaven as Lynn moved her tongue down to the pussy & gave a professional pussy licking . Raven squirted all over Lynn’s face in appreciation.

Raven had reached orgasmic bliss so she put her fist up her mom’s cunt, Lynn was wet from all the lezzie sex she was doing & receiving , so she also squirted when Raven had roughly fisted her & reached her G-Spot. Max loved it all , he had another winner , his porn scenes were bestsellers in the european taboo lesbian market.

Chapter 3 Relaxing

Max was smoking a joint in his armchair at home, Joan had dropped by & was licking his nuts & his mom Carol sucked his wang . Both were also very high from the smoke . They switched spots , both were now very adept at giving head , soon he thought he would branch out & put on a hood and start making face& skullfucking videos for the American xxx market, That would be so cool he thought as he dumped a load of jism all over Joan & mom’s face. Covered in man juice , the two obedient middleaged hags followed their master into the bathroom where they both received a golden shower for a job well done. . He followed both Joan & Carol into the water shower , where the three cleaned up, french, kissed & Max had Carol suck him off once more while her Joan licked his manass. As the water dripped on the two cumsluts , Max gave them another jism facial, before they all washed off finally.

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The night arrives. Daniela and Bianca’s chance at another white-hot Christmas begins.

Chapter 5: Another Hot Christmas

It was about a quarter past eleven when Bianca and Daniela finished watching their third episode of The Legend of Dalze. Daniela’s parents had gone home a few hours earlier. And by this time Bianca’s parents were already in bed watching tv just before going to sleep.

“So, it’s getting pretty late. Shall we call it a day?” asked Bianca as she looked up from Daniela’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m actually getting the munchies. I think I’ll finally go get myself a bit of Camel Drool. Is it still on the dinner table or…” answered Daniela, nudging Bianca to let her get up from the bed.

“Nah, should be in the fridge now. I’ll just go brush my teeth and then wait for you in bed.” said Bianca as she sat up from Daniela’s shoulder and off the bed.

The day had been spent blissfuly after lunch, and dinner, despite it being a little weird for Daniela this year it was still cozy as usual with the parents talking to each other and the girls chatting up their stories and gossips over cod fish, baked rice and greens.

With Daniela in the kitchen busy with her midnight snack, Bianca thought she’d surprise her with her own naughty garments. After thinking about what to wear under her jammies, Bianca finally decided on a teddy lingerie piece she hadn’t touched in a while. It was a one piece, white, floral lace teddy adorned with satin bows along the middle, a thong, and adjustable satin straps and lace up back. Complete with a white leg garter featuring two small ribbons on the side.

With her lingerie and jammies laid out on her bed she began to strip her t-shirt and her skirt. Now fully naked, she begun to slip her feet into her lingerie, sliding it up her legs, past her plump thighs until it reached her waist. There, she adjusted the thong back-side of it and eventually pulled the rest of it up to cover her flat belly and finally her perky B-cups. The last step was to adjust it here and there so it would fit comfortably and then tie the laces on the back to a snug fit. All done.

Then Bianca walked over to the full body mirror on her closet door to take a quick glance at herself. She looked great. The white lingerie really complimented her tan skin, and her breasts were nice and round under the lace. Looking at her gorgeous self was almost hypnotizing. She heard Daniela picking through the silverware drawer in the kitchen and then closing it. She snapped out of it and grabbed her hair brush to quickly get rid of some of the knots in her short blonde, wavy hair before putting on her jammies and running off to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

With a clean mouth she headed back to her room and slid herself under the covers of her bed. Now, she only had to wait for Daniela to get in bed with her so they could start playing around, like they’ve done every Christmas night before.

Daniela had forgotten how delicious Camel Drool was since she didn’t get many chances to eat some. As far as she knew, it wasn’t very popular in the states, if at all. Not like it had a big following in Portugal either. She wondered why. It was only caramel mouse. If anything it should be as popular as chocolate mousse. Her bowl was finally empty. She rinsed it in the kitchen sink and headed back to Bianca’s room. As she passed by the bathroom, she figured she might as well brush her teeth and do her business while she’s at it.

Bianca was growing giddy with excitement as she heard the noise of Daniela brushing her teeth coming through her door. For her this meant the wait was almost over and Daniela would soon be in bed with her. Not only that but her parents who were now sleeping one floor above her on the opposite side of the house had no clue what was to happen in her room throughout the night. She knew how her parents didn’t support homosexuality, but she didn’t give two cents about it, never did, and in fact – it only added to her excitement. There was a certain rush she got from loving Daniela in secrecy right under the same roof as her parents as they slept.

Bianca shut her eyes really tight and with a wide smile hid her head under the covers. She could barely wait. Being occasional lovers the way they were, kept their desires for each other always bursting at the seams whenever they met. Finally the bathroom door opened and she could hear the toilet tank filling back up. Every little sound tickled her senses. The rattle of the door knob. The bathroom light switch being flipped. The gentle creak of the floor as Daniela stepped closer and closer. The faint brushing of the bedroom door on the floor rug as she closed it behind her. The doorknob lock being pushed to its locked position. The overhead light being switched off, and now… the darkness. For even with her eyes closed and her face hidden, hearing all those sounds in the safe promise of light is not as intense as hearing them in the dark. Even if she opened her eyes now, she would still see darkness and not be able to witness the source of those sounds that excited her so. But, that is only true under the covers.

As it always had been, Christmas lights hung right outside Bianca’s bedroom windows, faintly illuminating it with golden white light, now gently touching Daniela’s skin as she stripped off her clothes. Having slowly pulled the covers off her head, Bianca watched as Daniela’s silhouette just stood in the middle of her room, hugging herself, staring at the Christmas lights slowly dancing by the cold winds outside.

“Dani?” Bianca gently called.

“Yea?” replied Daniela as she turned to Bianca.

“You okay?” asked Bianca as she lifted the covers off her head.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Daniela answered. She walked over to Bianca’s bed and began to climb over to her side. “I don’t know if you feel the same way but, I’ve always found those lights so numbingly comfortable.”

“Oh, yeah?” said Bianca following Daniela with her head.

“Specially when the wind blows and their light dances in your room. I think they’ll always remind me of you… Of us. Together like this.” Daniela explained as she got in bed.

Bianca turned her body around to face Daniela.

“Welcome back, Dani.” Bianca said softly as she placed her right hand on Daniela’s hip, now under the covers.

They stared at each other’s eyes for a few seconds until Daniela began to caress Bianca’s face with her hand. She wanted to kiss her immediately, but held herself back. Rushing a precious moment like this would only ruin its value. She had to start slow.

Eventually, Daniela propped herself up on her elbow over Bianca. Then, using her middle finger she brushed away a few strands of hair off Bianca’s face. That’s when she finally leaned in to start kissing her. No tongue, only their lips slowly kissing each other to start building up steam.

Kiss after kiss they began to move and shift their bodies. Daniela was now propped on both her elbows with her hands caressing Bianca’s hair and her left knee teasing Bianca’s crotch. Finally their tongues were swapping saliva, slowly still as they grew more and more turned on.

With both her hands on Daniela’s hips, Bianca slid her right hand down to squeeze Daniela’s ass cheek, and her other hand slid up across Daniela’s back until it finally rested on the back of her neck, gently holding it. By this point they could feel their passion swell up as they kissed each other more intensively. The engines were clearly running, it was about time the fun had started.

Daniela sat up on Bianca’s lap and grabbed her hands to help her sit up as well. Then, as she slid her hands down her back to reach for the bottom end of her shirt, she felt a rippling, textured sensation through it. Was Bianca wearing something under her jammies? She grabbed the shirt by the ends and pulled it off Bianca. That’s when she saw Bianca’s smile and the white lingerie piece she had on. Even though it was dark, the Christmas lights showed her well enough how sexy Bianca looked in it.

“Whoa! I haven’t seen this in a while!” said Daniela as she felt the texture of Bianca’s lingerie. “I still remember when you bought it.”

“Doesn’t it look good?” Bianca asked.

Daniela smiled as she pushed Bianca back down.

“Well, let’s find out, shall we?” Daniela replied.

Bianca moved her arms behind her head exposing her torso for Daniela’s taking. Placing her hands on Bianca’s breasts, Daniela then slowly slid them down to her belly gently feeling the texture of Bianca’s lingerie again. But her hands didn’t stop there as they moved further down to Bianca’s knees, bending them up revealing Bianca’s lace-covered pussy sandwiched between her legs.

Daniela held Bianca’s legs up for a little while as she appreciated the tantalizing view, yearning to shove her face right on it. That’s when she finally moved Bianca’s legs apart, backed up on the bed a few steps and charged with her mouth for Bianca’s crotch, gently biting her pussy and teasing Bianca’s clit with her teeth through her lingerie.

Bianca began to squirm a bit. Daniela felt it and heard her giving little gasps whenever she’d hit the right spot. Her lips could even feel the moisture that had started to build up on Bianca’s thong. This amused Daniela and also satisfied her. It was like randomly pushing the right buttons and Bianca’s gasps and squirms serving as her rewards that made her feel in power of Bianca’s whole body through one single spot.

She kept her rhythm up, even rubbing her nose on Bianca’s pussy to change the pace a little bit. But she knew that through the fabric she could only do so much and Bianca’s legs weren’t squirming as much anymore – she obviously was growing a bit bored.

Daniela rose her head and crawled up between Bianca’s legs to kiss her. Just before she slowly moved in for the kiss, she gently brushed her fingers on Bianca’s hair as she gazed into her eyes and then her lips, appreciating their beauty and lustfulness. Slowly, they exchanged kisses and sucked on eachother’s tongues. Daniela had placed her hands around Bianca’s face as they kissed, with her thumbs caressing her cheekbones, feeling her soft skin.

Then, Bianca pushed Daniela and rolled her over so that she was now on top, holding Daniela down by her shoulders. Sitting up on Daniela’s lap she began to undo the laces on the back of her lingerie, but Daniela stopped her – she wanted to do it. Bianca smiled and helped Daniela sit up so she could put her hands on Bianca’s back and search for the knot. Bianca took this opportunity to also remove Daniela’s lacey bra.

A few seconds after she had undone the latch on the bra, she felt her lingerie loosen up on her torso. Daniela had finally undone the knot that held Bianca’s piece together. It was time to take it off. Before standing up to remove it, Bianca pulled Daniela’s bra off giving her a chance to grope her juicy tits. Finally standing above Daniela, she pointed at her leg garter.

Propped on her right elbow and using her left hand Daniela pulled the leg garter down Bianca’s leg. After removing it completely, she held it with her teeth as she watched Bianca pull her lingerie piece down and step out of it. She now stood completely naked. Her perky, tan tits proudly pointing up. With her lingerie and Daniela’s bra by the foot of her bed, Bianca slowly kneeled down and pushed Daniela’s shoulder down along with her until her head was resting on the pillow with Bianca’s hovering just above it, looking into her eyes.

“I’m going to make you mine, tonight.” whispered Bianca after taking the leg garter back and throwing it on the floor.

“Likewise, my love. Merry Christmas.” Daniela replied.

“Ah, yes. May we have yet another white-hot Christmas together…” said Bianca as she crawled backwards down Daniela’s belly, kissing it “And many…” kissing it again “Many more.”

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A Fan-fiction for many stories!

I have a fairly unethical lifestyle. Most people wouldn’t approve.

When I was 7 my parents died in a car crash on the highway when they were t-boned by a semi. I went to live with my great-aunt Denise, until I was 18 and could gain access to my trust fund and law suit money from the crash. As my aunt’s only living relative, after her death, I was left with her fortune as well. Most of it was in bonds and came in the form of her secluded mansion in Austria where I had lived with the old broad since my parents’ sudden end.

After my aunt’s cancerous demise I continued to live in the house- but I was not alone. I lived with my servants. Not the kind that most rich people have- no, the servants I have serve me in an entirely different way.

Let me explain further my life. Throughout my entire childhood I had known of my attraction to women and so had my aunt. She forbade me from acting upon my impulses despite how natural they were. I guess when she died I felt something inside me release.

I immediately did all I could to find women who were in need of a home and love. I suppose you could say I took advantage of their needs- but at no point were any of my girls kept against their will. They were and still are allowed to leave whenever they want. While I have never had one leave the rule is that once they do, they cannot come back.

We have a safe world that shall be used if- and only if- a girl desires to leave. This word is “hetero-lady”.

The uniform I allow them to wear consists of a white cotton thong with their initials sewn on the front in small gold cursive letters (they take my last name when they join me so their initials all end in S for Smith). No one wears a bra but they are allowed a thin white baby-T. I require they wear their hair down unless otherwise specified by me. I on the other hand wear nothing (unless I am going out for a photo shoot as I am a photographer)- I feel that as their master they have just as much right to my body as I do to theirs.

I have 31 servants and because of my large estate we are all comfortably situated within its stone walls.

I love all of my girls. Very much. They share four to a room which still leaves a few rooms open for me to add to our family.

The girls and I eat in the dining hall which I had widened by knocking the wall out between the formal dining room and the “informal” dining room, right outside the kitchen.

My favorite servant, Rosalie, has long wavy blonde hair, soft tan skin and big amber eyes. She has size 36DD breasts and a nice tight ass that she likes to show off with an extra short skirt anytime she wears anything other than the uniform that I let my servants- my girls- wear.

She is one of the few that I let leave the estate.

I rule my girls with a firm hand. They do as I say- when I say- because I say so.

It is true that I can get rough during our love making or foreplay but we have a safe word for these acts as well: “Penis”.

I came home one day from a swim suit shoot that had gotten a little hot when two of the models began to get into the moment and were pulling each other’s suit tops off. Though their breasts were small just the fact that they were getting rough with each other made me wet.

I drove my car into the garage and put it in park. I sat for a moment before rubbing my thighs together to create a little friction. It wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I got out of my car quickly and grabbed my camera gear.

When I entered the house Rosalie was the first girl I saw. She was walking by with a copy of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare.

“Master?” she asked.

“Rosalie, I need servicing.” I said setting my bag by the door and nearly slamming it shut.

Her eyes grew wide and she turned to the intercom on the wall before paging another girl to come get my things and her book to put them away.

She walked over to me and pushed my jacket off my shoulders slowly. She threw it on the pile wither her book and gently untied my hair from its loose ponytail. I inhaled deeply and I could already smell arousal whether it was hers or mine I didn’t know.

“Shall we proceed here or do you wish to go elsewhere?” she glanced up at me through her eyelashes and bit her bottom lip.

I groaned and grabbed her left breast in my hand, working it with my fingers till her nipple perked up. I lifted her breast a little before pressing my flat tongue against it through her shirt, leaving a wet spot.

Rosalie moaned.

A girl walked through the door that lead to the dining hall and stopped, looking at her feet and stammering an apology. It was Alice.

Her hair was short and black, her eyes a vivid green. She was quite short and her skin was relatively pale. I would guess that her breasts were the smallest of any girl I had here at 32C but her vagina was the tightest as well. (There were actually times I felt bad for the male gender who could not feel her walls around their dicks the way I could around my tongue and fingers.) She often begged me to break her hymen but I had yet to do so. I can’t tell you why but I didn’t want to take that from her yet. She was also my youngest girl at the age of 17. I often wondered if I accepted her too early- that perhaps I should have waited to welcome her into my home but she needed me. And her incessant shyness made me so hot I couldn’t resist coming on her face- often times by force as she was always reluctant to put her mouth on me.

“I’m here to gather your things.” She said when Rosalie and I remained silent.

I looked to Rosalie and released my hold on her. She nodded and moved back to the intercom to call for a different girl. Once that was over with she took Alice’s hand in her sand I lead the way into the entry hall, up the grand staircase, and down the richly decorated hall to my room. Once the two girls had entered I closed and locked the door behind them. I didn’t want to be disturbed.

Normally no girl dared knock on my door unless I had summoned them- but it was an habit because of my time masturbating while my aunt was alive and living down stairs.

Alice still refused to meet our eyes even as I undressed myself slowly. Rosalie on the other hand watched my movements hungrily.

I beckoned her forward and she stood before me. I looked her in the eyes for a moment and she took her shirt off. I pushed my thumbs into the top of her panties and shoved them down to her ankles before she kicked them into a corner.

I traced a finger around her right nipple and moved my other hand to her wet pussy.

Alice glanced up at us and then back down.

I ran my finger down her slit and pushed it in so that the tip of my finger was covered in her sweetness. She moaned slightly.

Alice looked up quickly and kept her gaze on us this time.

“Master.” Rosalie moaned. “Oh, Master, please!” she pushed herself against my finger and I felt her pussy tighten around my finger. I groaned.

“Rosalie get on your knees.” I pulled my finger out of her, twisted her nipple slightly and then pushed against her shoulders as she sank to the floor.

“Alice come here now.” I said and she immediately moved my way. I violently pulled her clothes off of her and bent my face to hers. Her eyes grew wide and I kissed her harshly. I shove a finger in her. She was wet.

“You like what you were seeing?” I asked before moving to bite the skin softly on her neck. Rosalie brushed my thighs, silently asking me to open up to her. I pushed her slightly with my knee and she sat back on her feet with a pout.

I curled my finger inside Alice and she began to shake. I did it again and she moaned grabbing my wrist tightly.

“You like that?” I hissed biting harder, her knees buckled and I wrapped my arm around her body to catch her. “Good little slut. You like that don’t you.” I pulled my finger out and pushed it in harshly again touching her hymen. She gasped in pain and I released my hold on her pussy.

Alice leaned against me as Rosalie moved between our legs so she could access my pussy. I sat on the bed and lay down.

“Alice get over here.” She came over to me and I pulled her on top of me so she was straddling my hips. Rosalie pushed Alice’s nice sweet ass in the air so she could lick my thighs and pussy lips. I felt my hips shiver in anticipation. If anyone knew how to eat me out it was her. I put a hand on Alice’s back and pulled her chest to me so her nipples were at lip level.

“You little slut.” I growled before nibbling on her little bud. She moaned and leaned against my mouth bracing herself on either side of my head. Rosalie pulled one of my legs over her shoulder and sucked my clit into her mouth to roll her lips over my skin.

I bit down harder on Alice’s skin. She pushed on my shoulder and tried to pull away but my teeth had a firm grip on her and she quickly stopped resisting.

Rosalie pressed her teeth on the inside of her lips and bit down around my clit. I practically screamed in ecstasy.

I let go of Alice’s nipple and moved my hand to her pussy to caress her entrance.

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